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Chapter 293 100, Curze threatened by the Night Lord

Wrapped in the cocoon of flesh and blood are not only experimental materials, but also some human women.

The genes of cloned humans are not stable, and various problems can easily arise when they are used as mothers. The life bred by human mothers has a stability that clones cannot match.

In order to rule over the vast clone army, Horus needed some genetically stable subordinates.

These human women were responsible for this task. Fabius put the edited flesh and blood seeds into the stomachs of these women. These flesh and blood seeds would squeeze out all the nutrients from the mother's body, and finally chew them up along with their souls and burst out of their stomachs.

The horrifying and blasphemous creatures will grow little by little in the bellies of these poor women. In the remaining lives of these women, they can clearly feel their flesh and blood being devoured. Even among the dark stars, this is a very cruel torture.

"Kill me, please."

As Horus passed by a woman with her limbs bound, a soft pleading sounded in his ears.

Horus turned his head and what he saw was a standard mother in the reproductive period.

Even though a small amount of blood had dried on the woman's face, it did not affect her delicate and beautiful features.

The woman's body is slender, beautiful, and well-proportioned. Even in the rich garden world, she is a rare pearl. Her appearance will be all the rage, attracting countless men to fall at her skirt.

She has eyes like emeralds, and when she blinks, there is a soft light in them.

Judging from her clothes and fair and smooth skin, she should have been a noble lady before she was captured here, but now her luxurious clothes had been torn to shreds, her hair was disheveled, and her breathing was very weak.

Her bulging belly was almost reaching her eyes, and the surface of her belly was wriggling. As Horus approached, the life in the woman's belly became active.

Horus stared at her chest, where several nutrition tubes were inserted to maintain the woman's life. There were also a large amount of hormone drugs to ensure that she would never die before the creature in the woman's abdomen was born. Even if she wanted to commit suicide, she couldn't do it.

"What is your name?" Horus asked.

"Mina." The woman's voice was very weak. Even speaking was a very painful and strenuous thing for her.

If it were a peaceful world, Mina would probably be surrounded by many suitors. No matter what she wanted, affectionate gentlemen would offer it to her with both hands, and no one would make her sad.

This beautiful young girl should have enjoyed all the beauty in the world, but unfortunately, beautiful peace does not belong to the Milky Way. War and pain are the norm among the stars.

There are no affectionate and handsome gentlemen here, only Fabius' cruel and bloody experiments.

Her appearance does not give her any advantage here. The mechanical priests and cyborg assistants will treat them as the breeding ground for biological weapons.

"You are sacrificing your life for a great cause, Mina. You should be proud of it. The little pain you suffer is nothing compared to the glory you will gain. Your deeds will be remembered, and your children will be heroes who saved the stars. It is an honor."

Horus' tone was extremely sincere, and he hoped his words would cheer the woman up.

The ultimate destruction of the universe is coming. For the survival of the galaxy, a small sacrifice is worth affirming. The woman should be happy, because she will become the mother of a great hero.

"No, my body has been used for evil. I should have committed suicide long ago." The woman retorted with her last bit of strength.

When the Dark Eldar's slave ship destroyed her spaceship and when the last guard on the spaceship was killed by the Dark Eldar, she should have chosen to commit suicide immediately.

However, her fear of death prevented her from pulling the trigger and ending her own life.

It was her greed for life that caused her current pain. It was all her own fault. Now she had become a vessel for evil and could clearly feel that a blasphemous life was being born in her body.

She should have gone to hell long ago. Even if her body was insulted by the Dark Eldar, it would be better than having her body loyal to the Empire used for evil.

All this was just because of her weakness at that time, she deserved to go to hell.

Horus' expression turned angry. "Even you can't understand me. Unfortunately, you are as short-sighted as the others!"

Horus left angrily and continued to walk deeper into the laboratory, leaving behind the woman who was still in the cocoon of flesh and blood, praying to the God-Emperor for death.

On the other side of the laboratory, there is a cave that looks like an auditorium.

In the center of the cave is a large podium, surrounding which is an oval funnel-shaped stepped conference hall.

The chairs closest to the podium are the lowest and are raised from there to ensure that everyone can see the podium clearly.

It doesn't take any advanced technology to set up such a conference hall, so the area here is very large.

Even the door to the conference room was more than five meters high, like a giant's door. After all, those who came to participate in this meeting were not ordinary people, but fallen warriors from various surviving warbands.

They have more or less been blessed by Chaos, and their bodies have long lost their human form.

At this time, many people were already sitting on the circular seats. These people were the leaders of the fallen war gangs, who were summoned by Horus.

The Empire's successive victories made all Chaos warbands realize that the power of the Human Empire is no longer what it used to be.

Not long ago, the Red Corsairs were raided by the human fleet. The flames of war ignited the dark world, and the Human Empire destroyed the star field occupied by the Red Corsairs with almost overwhelming force.

The Imperial Army showed no mercy and all the Red Corsairs who participated in the war were slaughtered. Even the world they controlled was cleansed by whirlwind torpedoes.

The Imperial fleet that broke into the Maelstrom would drop a few whirlwind torpedoes on almost every dark world it encountered.

In the material realm, weapons of extermination that required layers of signatures were thrown out by them as if they were free - they didn't even care whether there were enemies in those dark worlds.

What frightened them even more was that no matter what power they obtained from the gods, they could not escape complete destruction in the fire raised by the Imperial Fleet, no matter whether the fire was red or gold.

Under such circumstances, even the demons became timid and even regarded the human empire's legions such as the Doom Slayer and the Grey Knights as nightmares.

The demons now only dare to move around on the outskirts of the Great Rift, and dare not even approach the edge of the Great Rift.

Few demons are willing to go to any world that is slightly closer to the human front line.

The Empire has mastered the weapons that can completely kill demons. In fact, this was foreshadowed long ago. The heroes and saints whose weapons burn with the Emperor's fire can always teach the demons the most tragic lessons.

At that time, there were not many Imperial warriors who possessed this kind of weapon, and they were not worthy of Chaos' fear.

Now, most of the human army has been armed with weapons that can completely kill demons. Once they die, it is real death. Only then do the demons realize that they are not as crazy as they imagined.

The eyes of the crazy and chaotic demons have become clear recently.

Horus walked up to his podium, and the noisy voices in the conference room immediately quieted down.

Each Primarch possesses a unique leadership temperament, and they can make people submit to them and obey their orders without them realizing it.

Horus swept his gaze over each of the warband masters.

Even though he hadn't spoken yet, everyone in the room felt an irresistible majesty. Everyone fell silent, looking at Horus with awe.

Looking at these eyes, Horus was a little dazed for a moment. The soldiers under his command and countless people of the empire had all looked at him with such eyes.

At that time, he was the Imperial Warmaster, the empire's supreme war leader.

The memory lasted only a few seconds before Horus came to his senses and announced the birth of a new Chaos Legion to all the warband lords.

No one resisted this. In fact, these warband leaders came here because they were surrounded by the imperial army and were forced to seek refuge from Horus.

They joined Horus unconditionally, and Horus then promised them a future worth looking forward to.

The atmosphere of the meeting was very harmonious.

On the other side, the Clone Primarch Fulgrim was also running among the dark stars.

He kept in mind the task assigned to him by Duke and actively searched for Fabius's trace, but he did more than that.

The Imperial Warmaster had promised him a mighty fleet.

But under his command, he gathered a group of Emperor's children who followed him spontaneously. Even though these descendants had become corrupt, Fulgrim was still willing to lead them in their search for redemption.

Such a son of the emperor is destined not to be accepted by the empire.

Therefore, Fulgrim rejected Dukel's offer.

But this gave rise to a new problem - without the military support of the Empire, Fulgrim fell into a dilemma of severe shortage of troops.

In order to complete Dukel's mission, Fulgrim was actively gathering the Emperor's Children while monitoring Fabius.

Those Emperor's Children who were unwilling to follow him again were killed by him personally, completely ending their corrupted lives.

Such actions made Fulgrim feel sad, but he could do nothing about it.

He stood on the bridge, thinking about his next move, but what he didn't notice was that a deep, dark night was covering his fleet.

"Fulgrim?" Under the cover of the veil of darkness, Curze saw the familiar face clearly.

The face was as perfect as it was ten thousand years ago, the only difference was a hideous scar.

Curze was also on Duke's mission. During his mission, he encountered the fleet of the Emperor's Children and wanted to eliminate these traitors.

But when he saw Clone Fulgrim standing on the bridge, it was like an old friend from ten thousand years ago reappearing before his eyes, and for a moment the Lord of Night looked a little dazed.

It was not until the Emperor's Children fleet disappeared from his sight and vanished into the bizarre sea of ​​souls that Curze came to his senses again.

Eventually, he abandoned his pursuit of the Emperor's Children and returned to the Imperial fleet he led.

Following the guidance of the astropath, Curze boarded the Imperial fleet and arrived at a world called "Uta".

According to the guidance, there is a high probability that fragments of the Star God exist in this world.

Koz's fleet was attacked just as it approached the outer orbit of the Uta world.

Countless huge cannons exploded among the stars, stirring up colorful whirlpools in the clouds of the Uta world.

The surging thunder and lightning were driven by the other party in some form, entangled in the void like millions of black poisonous snakes, blocking the approach of the imperial fleet.

Uta is the lost world of an empire.

There were many such worlds after the opening of the Great Rift, and in fact even today, the Imperium still loses hundreds of worlds every day and retakes a similar number.

Koz didn't expect that he would encounter this kind of obstruction just as he approached this world.

In order to facilitate his actions, the Ministry of Military Affairs has re-recorded Curze's identity in the Imperial archives and made him the highest person in charge of this fleet.

What made Koz even more speechless was that while the enemy was attacking, they also implanted various shrill wailing sounds into the fleet's communication channels to intimidate him and his subordinates.

This familiar style allowed Curze to quickly determine that the enemy occupying this world was none other than the Night Lords who had rebelled against the Empire with him.

During the Horus Heresy, Curze's betrayal triggered a massive rebellion among the Night Lords, with only a very small number of Night Lords remaining loyal to the Empire.

However, unlike other traitorous legions, the Night Lords despise any belief in evil gods, so they generally do not station inside the Eye of Terror.

They like to commit crimes all over the empire, leaving bloody and cruel marks everywhere.

Before the rebellion, the Night Lords were mostly criminals.

The Koze's past teachings that fear is justice have made them very keen on spreading fear.

During the Great Crusade, the Night Lords were the most feared Legion by the enemies of the Imperium.

Upon hearing the news that the Night Lords are approaching, many worlds would even immediately disarm and choose to surrender.

The Emperor even praised the efficiency of the Night Lords.

Koz didn't expect to meet the Midnight Lord here.

The original rulers of Uta were a group of imperial families who followed the expeditionary corps here during the Great Crusade.

They came to this world and regarded it as their home, building a large number of black towers to cope with the harsh environment of this world.
But as the Great Rift unfolded, this world, like many lost worlds, fell into the Long Night, cut off from communication with other human worlds, and became isolated from the rest of the world.

Until a completely black ship with only a bat skull mark appeared in the outer defense orbit of the Uta world.

Those refugees who had fled to Uta because of distress said a name with horror on their faces - the Lord of Midnight.

This is a symbol of nightmare and the devil.

The defense of the Uta world was easily broken by the Midnight Lord. In order to make the humans of this world surrender, the nobles of this world were tortured by the Midnight Lord in various ways.

Finally, they threw the skinned bodies of the nobles from great heights, and they smashed them into every corner of the planet's capital like dumplings, scaring the still-resisting imperial soldiers crazy and making them completely lose the courage to resist.

From then on, the world of Uta was ruled by fear by the Night Lords.

When a foreign fleet invades, this fear becomes a powerful weapon to drive away the enemy.

(End of this chapter)