Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch.

Chapter 295 102, Long live the Lord of the Night!
Seeing the looks in the eyes of the civilians, Tols and his brothers immediately turned their guns around and looked behind them.

But there was nothing there.

The thick, lightless night, like a vast ocean formed by viscous oil, weighed heavily on their hearts, causing their hearts to beat disorderly. At this moment, Tors, like his other Midnight Lord brothers, felt the uncomfortable suffocation.

"Tell me what you just saw!" Tols turned around angrily and pointed the gun at the civilians in front of him.

He could no longer endure this depressing atmosphere. The heavy night and the chaotic mysteries wrapped him up like a thousand threads, making it impossible for him to break free.

"I see nothing, nothing in my eyes, your excellency," the citizen replied calmly.

"But you were looking behind us just now! You are lying!" Tols asked angrily.

He lost his composure a little. As a noble commander of the Night Lords, it was inappropriate for him to lose his composure in front of a mortal.

When does a person lose control of his anger?

Sometimes, anger is just pure anger, but more often, anger comes from fear.

"I see nothing, my Lord," the commoner replied again.

"Look, sir, if you don't believe me, there's nothing in my eyes."

As the civilian spoke, he stretched out two of his fingers, stabbed them straight into his eye sockets, and dug out his own eyeballs.

"Look, sir, I'm not lying."

“There’s really nothing in my eyes.”

The civilian held two bloody eyeballs in front of Toulsi.

He even crushed the two eyeballs with his hands, and the blood plasma splashed on Tols's mask - the Midnight Lord saw clearly that there was really nothing in his eyes.

The anger that Tols had just raised was now extinguished as if by a basin of cold water suddenly poured over his head.

"Look at them, my lord. There is no lie."

The civilians were still approaching Tors.

A chill seeped into Tols's heart, causing him to unconsciously take two steps back.

A noble Night Lord, backing away from an unarmed civilian.

This was something he had never imagined before.

"What kind of monster are you?!" Tors asked with mixed feelings, and he swung the sharp claws in his hands at the civilians in front of him.

The claw blade with a cold glow easily cut into the civilian's body.

But Tols did not feel any touch of the hit entity.

The civilians in front of him didn't shed a single drop of blood.

A gust of wind swept over, and the figures of these civilians were blown away like bubbles.

Amid the noisy wind, all the Night Lords heard a faint hoarse laugh, as if mocking them.

"Who are you?!" Tols roared angrily in the night.

"Come out! Fight me!" He could no longer tolerate this mysterious atmosphere.

But everything around was still quiet, and the night was as peaceful as ever.

All Tors could hear was the whistling wind around him and the friction of gears inside the power armor of his fellow warband brothers.

"Long live the Lord of Night." Suddenly, an inaudible whisper was caught by the Midnight Lord's keen hearing.

Because the sound was so small, it was torn into thousands of pieces by the wind, and they were unable to accurately identify the source of the sound.

"Long live the Lord of the Night."

The sound rang out again, this time still a little weak, but better than before. The Midnight Lords turned their guns around, and they had roughly found the direction.

"Long live the Lord of the Night!"

The sound rang out for the third time, this time it was a high-pitched, insane scream.

The Night Lords immediately raised the muzzles of their grenade launchers and aimed towards the source of the sound.

They saw that in the attic not far from them, a huge throne had been placed at some point, and a tall giant was sitting on the throne, looking down at them like the monarch of the night.

As they were surrounded by darkness, the Night Lords had no way of seeing clearly.

They could not see the details of the throne, nor the face of the giant on the throne. They could only see a vague shape outlined against the night sky.

But even though he couldn't see the expression of the giant on the throne, Tols could still imagine that the giant's eyes must be full of mockery and disdain, with a scornful smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Long live the Lord of Night!!!" The voice from the throne became louder and louder, spreading unhindered in the darkness.

"Open fire!" It was at this time that Tols gave the order. At this moment, the frustration and anger in his heart had reached the extreme. Without any communication with the other party, he took the lead in pulling the trigger.

The dense sound of grenade launchers rang out in the midnight, the gunfire illuminated each other's profiles, and the Night Lords poured out ammunition without restraint.

Until the giant fell off the throne, until the throne collapsed, and the screams echoing around also stopped abruptly.

To be honest, it was beyond Tols's expectation that the giant was knocked down so easily.

In the opinion of the Midnight Lord, this strange existence should not be so easy to kill.

They were even prepared for a tough battle.

But the fall of the throne was a fact, so Tols still took his gang brothers to the attic to check the situation.

The walls of the attic had been riddled with holes from their bolters, and when they arrived there, the first thing they saw was minced meat and blood all over the floor.

"What's the situation? What kind of monster is that?" Tols asked his brother who was examining the corpse.

"Brother." Midnight Lord Saga said hesitantly, "This is Spera, Gesut, Talal, and Sika."

"What?! This is impossible!" Tors screamed in shock.

These are the names of the brothers who disappeared before.

Tuols had a creepy feeling and he knew that the nightmare was not over yet.

He rudely pushed away Saga, who was still examining the corpse, and went to check the fallen throne himself.

But when Tols really saw the flesh and blood, his heart almost stopped for a moment.

——The throne and the giant were not some terrifying existences at all. Instead, they were his missing brothers, pieced together in an incomprehensible way.

The bones of Spera and Geshut were broken and glued together to form the shape of a throne, while the shadow of the giant was made up of Talal and half of Sika.

What made him breathe even harder was that these missing brothers were still alive until they shot at the throne.

Even now, they are still dying and retain certain vital signs.

The spines of Spera and Gesutra were broken, and their heads were placed on either side like the armrests of a throne.
"Long live the Lord of Night." They were still mumbling something, their broken lungs making their voices leak a little, and blood foamed from their mouths with every word they spoke.

Turs watched quietly as these missing brothers completely lost their last signs of life.

They killed their brothers who had fought alongside them with their own hands, which was not so difficult to accept for them as they were born as criminals.

Perhaps what they should be thinking about more at this moment is whether they will also be made into such a throne and then killed by their own brothers. No one can remain indifferent to such a scene, even if they are the Lords of the Night.

Tors turned and left.

"Where are you going, brother?" Midnight Lord Saga asked behind him.

"Tell all the brothers to return to our palace." Tuols gave this order with mixed feelings.
"We can no longer allow unknown enemies to slaughter us at will. We are free, but we need to unite and protect ourselves."

Saga stood there in a daze. He did not expect such words to come out of the mouth of the commander of the Midnight Lords.

But then, he seemed to remember something, "Brother, are you going to activate that weapon again?"

"That's right." Tuols nodded, "Don't worry, this is the best way at the moment."

Saga nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

When the Night Lords came to this world, they found a sacred object in the temple of this world that had been worshipped by the indigenous people for generations.

It was a seemingly ordinary dagger, but anyone holding it, even a mortal, could unleash unimaginable power.

This is also why the Midnight Lords did not directly attack this world, but chose to occupy this world by intimidation by dropping skinned nobles from high altitudes.

After the rulers of this world surrendered, the Night Lords took the relic back to their palace.

When the Imperial fleet invaded just before, they also used this holy object to release thunder that covered the entire outer orbit of the planet to block the progress of the Imperial fleet.

Tols returned to his palace and took the dagger in his hand.

Although he did not know the origin of this dagger, after observing it for a period of time, Tols could feel that there was an ancient soul or ancient life inside this object.

It is precisely because of the existence of 'Him' that this dagger can exert a power far beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

But everything has a price, and multiple uses in a short period of time may bring unpredictable consequences.

Now, this dagger has become his last resort, and he no longer cares about the possible consequences.

At this moment, he could not imagine that the reason why he and the Midnight Lord had experienced this nightmare was precisely because of this dagger - it was the fragment of the Star God in the knife that attracted Coze who accepted Dukel's order.

Tors rubbed the blade gently with his fingers, and the Night Lords who had not yet been attacked came to the palace one after another.

"We are free." Tors looked at the sharp blade and murmured to himself.

For the next seven consecutive days, the Uta world seemed to have fallen into a long night.

Fear shrouded Uta, just like the air that enveloped every corner of the world.

In the Uta world, no matter how hot the fire is, people can't feel a trace of warmth.

Everyone was filled with fear.

The people of Uta feared the Night Lords in the past, and many people have known that the world has been ruled by the Night Lords for as long as they can remember.

Those red-eyed steel giants are moody and live in palaces decorated with human skin.

The towers of some landmark buildings were also hung with the corpses of humans who had rebelled against them.

In the past, the Midnight Lords have always used this method to declare their rule over the world.

They killed all those who resisted with cruel and bloody means until no one dared to disobey them.

The Night Lords seem to be everywhere, and once you do anything against them, they will sneak into your home quietly.

And the next day, your neighbors and your friends will see that you are in pieces.

In the world of Uta, fear weighs on everyone's heart like a heavy rock.

The Night Lords hold the power of life and death. They set countless rules and kill anyone who breaks them.

Just like some horror story with strange rules, people can only live like programmed machines. Once they violate any rule in the thick law, such as sweat dripping onto the street, they will die on the spot.

No one dared to disobey them, no one dared to express anger, people did not even dare to communicate with each other, let alone quarrel.

Mars thought that he would spend his whole life like this, becoming a machine in a factory, producing all kinds of things those terrible steel monsters needed.

Then, after accidentally making a mistake one day, he was skinned and tortured by the giants.

It was a path that offered no surprises and was doomed to death, but Mars had no choice.

He couldn't even commit suicide. In the eyes of those monsters, suicide was a sin.

They will first stop the suicidal behavior, and then torture the suicidal person to death for several days.

Mars could only accept this tragic fate when he thought he would spend his whole life like this.

A long night enveloped the world.

The Uta people like the night because during the day, there are thousands of rules that can kill you at the slightest touch, but at night, they only need to stay at home obediently and not make any noise, and they will not be killed.

But this time the night seemed too long.

According to the rules of the Midnight Lords, the Uta people are not allowed to go out when night falls.

Mars had forgotten how long he had stayed in this small, cramped, dark room.

Maybe a week, or maybe half a month?
The long darkness made him almost lose the concept of time. Even when looking at the clock at home, he had forgotten how many times the hands had rotated.

Being alone in the dark for a long time can drive a person crazy.

But Mars didn't think there was anything wrong with this - as long as they could temporarily get rid of the fear that oppressed them, losing their freedom was no big deal.

Most Uta people share the same idea as him.

They even hoped that this sudden darkness could be longer.

But at some point,
"Boom!——"

Dense and winding thunder covered the night sky like an intricate spider web. The entire Uta star was illuminated by lightning, as if it were daytime.

As the light of lightning gradually faded, the night shrouding the sky seemed to be slowly unveiled.

The light of the stars illuminated the world again. Many Uta people could not help but squint their eyes. After a long darkness, their eyes could no longer adapt to the light of the stars.

Then, Mars saw a scene that he would never forget.

The palace gates of the red-eyed steel giants slowly opened, and a panicked figure covered in blood ran out.

"I am free, I am not free, I am free, I am not free," the man kept repeating something.

Mars confirmed it several times before he finally determined that the man covered in blood was the leader of those brutal steel giants - Tors.

Then, Tols's tall body fell to the ground like a mountain collapsing. He prostrated himself on the ground, holding the short knife in his hand high above his head, as if he was showing it to someone.

——"Hail, King of the Night!" He shouted as if he had used up all his strength.

At the same time, a golden double-headed eagle logo appeared in the sky. It was branded on the huge and majestic warship and could be seen clearly even at a distance of ten thousand meters.

Mars will never forget this scene in his life.

(End of this chapter)