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Chapter 294 101, Coze's Fear
When the Primarch was first born, Konrad Curze, like other Primarchs, was scattered throughout the galaxy, and he was born on the mining planet Nostramo V.

Curze seemed to be very unlucky. This planet might be the most unsuitable place in the galaxy for a demigod baby to grow up. After all, although the home worlds of other Primarchs had the same bad or even worse ecological environment, at least the malice came from outside the crowd.

In contrast, although Mortarion's home world of Barbarus is filled with unbearable poison, the people of Barbarus have always been united. This sense of unity is particularly strong when Mortarion leads them to rebel against the tyrant.

Although Baal, where Sanguinius is located, is full of deadly radiation, the people of Baal are still compassionate and can accept Sanguinius, who has wings behind him.

But what really makes Nostramo a hell is the people who live there.

In Nostramo V, hell is other people.

As the mining planet's adamantium trade is tightly controlled by the upper class, most of Nostramo are forced to do whatever it takes to survive.

Crime is commonplace to them, and killing and eating people to fill their stomachs is just a trivial daily routine.

The people here have long lost their conscience.

In such a world, naturally no one taught Coze the correct values. The young Coze sought justice - but sadly, he did not understand justice at all. Coze, who grew up alone, did not understand why justice was important, nor did he know how to achieve justice.

He was like a blind man searching for the light of justice in the dark world, but the conclusion he finally came to was that crime is evil, and the opposite of evil is justice.

The only way he enforces justice is through fear and killing.

He sought justice like a reckless beast, but found only the most superficial and literal understanding of justice.

The result is that he will only use the simplest and most brutal methods to punish evil.

So he used fear as a weapon to dominate Nostramo. Whether it was petty theft or murder and robbery, in Curze's eyes, it was a dead end.

And this death must be bloody enough and unique enough.

Only in this way can he achieve his goal of alerting people to justice.

Until now, fear remains Curze's most handy and most trusted weapon.

Sometimes Curze would wonder what effect the sinners would have when faced with weapons forged from fear.

This doubt was finally answered today.

When the Night Lord of the Uta world threatened him with a style of action similar to his own.

When Curze actually faced the enemy's weapon forged of fear - he said he felt nothing and even wanted to laugh.

"Your Excellency, our fleet has breached the defensive weapons in orbit of the Uta system." The commander of the Imperial Fleet said with an obvious tremor in his voice.

He had only recently started working with the Night Lord, and was unable to overcome the fear he felt when facing the Primarch.

"Why don't you land on Uta in person? The warriors will follow your steps." The commander suggested to Curze.

"No need." Koz stood on the side of the giant ship, overlooking the planet that was three times the size of Terra.

"Those who fight monsters should be careful, lest they become monsters themselves. I have suffered from it, and now it's time for me to tell others this truth." Koz's hoarse voice lingered in the corridor, like a bat in a cave at midnight flashing a pair of fleshy wings.

"What?" The commander didn't hear clearly what he said, so he plucked up the courage to ask him again.

But when he raised his head again, the Lord of the Night had disappeared without a trace.

The commander was left standing there alone, at a loss as to what to do next.

As the bloodline of Curze, the Night Lords often believed that their Primarch was a madman.

But in fact, Koze was not just a madman. More importantly, until the last moment of his life, his heart was still struggling between justice and cruelty.

Curze has been seeking justice all his life. Ten thousand years ago, he was killed by a mortal assassin from the Imperial Assassin's Court. It is not so much that the Emperor ordered him to be killed, but rather that it was the final judgment he issued on the sinner.

And the criminal sentenced to death was himself.

When Curze's personality was completely dominated by the Night Haunter, he looked down on his own legion in various ways.

The Night Lords also openly insulted their Primarch, and Count Tattooed even bluntly described Curze as a giant baby with mental disorders.

But this does not mean that there is no affection between Curze and the Night Lords.

When Curze was killed by a mortal assassin and the Night Lords were scattered across the galaxy, a single recording of the Primarch's life was enough to bring most of the Night Lords back together.

The Night Lords may be unforgivable sinners, but when they see Curze in the image, they will still kneel down in sorrow and whisper,

——"Hail, Lord of the Night."

The commander of the Night Lords of Uta, Tors, has lost contact with the Brotherhood for a long time. They are not aware of what major events have happened in the Empire in recent years.

Although many Night Lords claimed that they would not be infected by Chaos, Tors knew that they had been played around by Chaos.

Tors despised those weak brothers.

He stayed away from other Night Lords and came to the remote world of Uta with those Night Lords who disdained Chaos as much as he did.

This is a lost world that even the Imperial Astronomican cannot illuminate. It is well hidden, making it a perfect place for the Night Lords to recuperate.

Even for Tors, they were accidentally drawn into this world during a subspace storm.

They used fear to easily rule this place, and used this world as their base to continuously expand the will of the Midnight Lords.

Dozens of nearby lost worlds, far from the Astronomican, now fall under their reign of terror.

The fear that the Primarch had taught them in the past now became an indestructible bond, firmly linking these worlds together.

"Our anti-aircraft weapons have been destroyed again." A Midnight Lord wearing black and blue power armor and with red eyes on his helmet came behind Tols.

Tuols turned his head and looked at his subordinates. "Then let us leave some unforgettable fear for this imperial fleet. In this place where the Astronomican cannot reach us, we will easily defeat them, and then stuff the seal of the double-headed eagle into their stomachs, waiting for some lucky person to discover our masterpiece."

But just after Touls made his bold statement.

The sky of the Uta world suddenly darkened at an extremely fast speed.

Tuols looked up at the sky in a daze. He was surprised by the sudden change in the celestial phenomena and hoped to catch the light of the stars in the space through the deep night. But unfortunately, the sky suddenly became dark, as if a thick curtain could not let out any light.

"Lord Tors, Brother Sika is missing." Midnight Lord Seka suddenly reported in the voice communication.

Tors turned his gaze to the southwest. Surrounded by deep darkness, he could only rely on his intuition to find the location where the Midnight Lord named Sikana was stationed.

"Missing?" Tors chewed on this word again and again, but he couldn't taste the flavor that could be associated with the Midnight Lord.

"Be more specific, Seka."

"I can't be more specific, Brother Commander," the Night Lord replied. "He didn't respond to the routine call every hour. We heard his heart-wrenching screams from the squad's voice. But when we went to investigate, we didn't find him - neither his body nor his body. There was not even any sign of a battle."

“Apart from the screams he made before he disappeared, we still haven’t found anything about him.”

"And all this happened after Spera, Gesut, and Talal were missing?!" Tors' voice became angry in the communication voice.
"That is to say, after the damn night fell, almost at the same time, four of our brothers disappeared?! Four Midnight Lords disappeared without a trace? This is ridiculous!"

"We have lost four brothers?!" A shocked voice came from the communication voice.
"Then what do we do next?"

Seka confirmed with Toulsi again.

Tols exerted a little force with his right hand, and sharp steel claws popped out from the surface of the steel glove. Even though the night of this world had blocked all the light, the cruel claw blades were still shining.

He walked down the stairs. "If they didn't leave us together, then there is only one explanation - it was the minions of Chaos who were at work. The dirty and despicable creatures of the Warp have not given up chasing us."

Just as they were talking, suddenly, a scream that drowned out everything else was heard again on the public voice communication channel.

The one who screamed was a Midnight Lord. The warrior looked as if he had seen the most terrifying thing in his life and completely lost his usual dignity.

Before this, Tors had never imagined that he would hear such a scream from the mouth of the Night Lord. The scream was sharp, long, and full of fear.

The scream lasted for more than ten seconds, and the fear contained in it disturbed all the Night Lords.

Tors looked at the audio recognition system, which indicated that the voice came from the Night Lord Keira.

"Cas, Algar," Tols fluently called out the names of several warriors who were closest to him.
"Begin the search. All brothers, stay on guard and keep an eye on the slaves and civilians."

One minute later, the four Midnight Lords arrived at the location where Midnight Lord Kayla screamed. During this minute, Tors paced there restlessly.

"Kayla is dead," someone reported on the communication channel.

"Dead? Not missing this time?" asked Tols.

"It is absolutely true that he is dead," the man repeated. "I think it is necessary for you to come and see for yourself, brother."

When Tors arrived at the scene, the first thing he noticed was not the blood and broken limbs on the ground, nor the fragments of power armor torn into pieces.

But the civilians here.

A dozen civilians stood on the roadside in fear, they were just passing by but happened to see what happened here, their heads were lowered but their eyes couldn't help but look at the wreckage of the Night Lords.

"Why are they still alive?" Tols asked puzzledly in the voice communication.

But no one answered him, because the other Night Lords were also confused.

"Brother, I think we need to observe further before we draw any conclusions."

The markings on the armor fragments on the ground confirmed that the debris on the ground did indeed belong to their Night Lord brothers.

Keira's death was extremely tragic. If it weren't for this mark, even with the observation skills of a Space Marine, he would not be able to be accurately identified.

Not only was he skinned, his body was dismembered, his internal organs were pulled out, his intestines were wrapped around his neck, and his bloody corpse was tied to a nearby pillar like a dog.

"How could this happen?" a legionnaire muttered to himself.

"What did you find?" asked Tols.

"I was thinking, we all heard his screams," the legionnaire explained, "which means he was still alive at that time. I mean, he could have been killed directly, but he deliberately let us hear his screams before he died. This kind of behavior is like..."

"Like us?" Although Tols was asking, there was certainty in his tone.

"They must have witnessed everything that happened here." Tors looked at the civilians standing on the roadside, holding hammers and crowbars for their work.

"They were already here before we arrived. It's impossible for them to know nothing about this place."

Tors walked towards the civilian closest to him.

The Night Lords ruled the world with fear, and the civilian trembled all over, fearing the giant in front of him.

"Do you know where all this comes from?"

The civilian nodded uneasily.

"Tell me what you saw."

"It was the ghosts who did it, my lord." The commoner replied, and he looked up, looking directly at the Night Lord without hesitation for the first time in his life.

Because from the questions asked by the giants in front of them, the civilians realized that these giants who spread fear were also afraid at this time.

"The evil spirit found him and peeled off his skin."

"It must be the work of the demons." Upon hearing this answer, the Night Lords' legionnaires raised their claw blades, "They came to our door."

"Then how did they avoid our sight?" asked Tors. "Except for the Imperial Fleet in the galaxy, we did not detect any invaders - it can't be a human fleet that released demons into this world."

"Perhaps it's a cultist in hiding," the warrior continued. "Chaos is omnipresent."

"Who summoned it? How could this demon spare civilians? Why would a demon imitate our style, and why would it rather attack the armored legionnaires than torture these mortals?"

"There are too many things that don't make sense." Tors shook his head.

He looked at the civilians again, but a horrifying scene appeared in his eyes - those civilians were not looking at him. To be more precise, these civilians' eyes passed over them and were staring straight behind them.

(End of this chapter)