Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch.

Chapter 296 103, Garden World

Countless flashes appeared in the sky of the Uta world, and fighter planes with golden Sky Eagle flags flying high crossed the sky like giant golden eagles.

With a loud bang, it landed on the ground of Uta.

Mars hid in his room, watching the fighter plane's door being bounced open, and the hydraulic gas and air mixed into a white mist.

The fog blocked Mars's vision, but he could still clearly see the tall figure hidden in the fog.

But when he really saw the man's appearance, Mars' heart seemed to be gripped by an invisible hand of fear, almost suffocating him.

——The man who walked out of the fighter plane was exactly the same as the Midnight Lords who enslaved them.

The only difference is that the paint and ornaments on their steel armor are slightly different, and that he is taller and his whole temperament is more sinister and crazy.

Mars also carefully noticed that the man was wearing a black crown on his forehead.

The man was wearing heavy armor, and countless servants followed behind him. When they walked, every step made a heavy sound.

Mars was in a trance. He realized that the long-lasting nightmare in the Uta world would not end, but would be transferred from the hands of a terrible demon to another more terrifying existence.

His heart sank to the bottom, and from this he came up with a bold idea.

He wanted to go back and see his parents. Maybe he would die if he did that, but he couldn't suppress the impulse brought about by the idea.

Mars needs to tread carefully.

But just as he reached the street and hadn't walked far, a huge explosion suddenly occurred on the street he was on.

The loud rumbling sound made his ears buzz. He could hardly hear any sound and was unable to think.

Mars was shocked by the huge sound waves and was dizzy on the spot.

Several rocks flew out from the ruins of the building and hit his head and thigh respectively. The severe pain made his mind begin to blur.

He felt the warm liquid flowing down from the top of his head. Mars rolled and crawled on the ground and found a support. But just as he sat down to rest, another deafening explosion sounded.

This time the explosion was only inches away from him. At that moment, Mars felt that his ears had gone deaf and he could only hear a buzzing sound. His whole body was blown away by the aftermath of the explosion.

The shock of the aftermath caused his internal organs to shift in an instant, and unbearable pain was about to come out of his mouth.

But the next second, the instinct for long-term survival in Uta made him bite his tongue tightly to prevent himself from making any sound.

In a city ruled by the Night Lord, making a sound above fifty decibels is also a sin and will result in death.

Mars was out of his mind. He felt himself flying out and then falling heavily to the ground. When he landed, he heard the crisp sound of bones breaking.

Unbearable pain penetrated into every nerve of his body, but he dared not make any sound.

His eyelids began to feel heavy and his consciousness began to blur.

A steel support fell down above his head, but Mars had no time to dodge.

At this moment, time seemed to be infinitely stretched. He could feel that the god of death was standing behind him, and he could hear the cry from the underworld.

Just when the steel support was about to smash him into a meat patty, the steel weighing several tons stopped strangely.

Mars could even see the steel texture and accumulated dust on the bracket.

A strange whisper came to his ears, like the angry voice of the Grim Reaper who did not get his soul.

Mars' mind was in a mess and he didn't even know whether he was alive or dead.

Until a chilling voice brought him back to reality.

"Are you still alive?"

Mars turned his head and saw the giant who was similar to the Iron Lord but even taller than the Iron Lord.

The man was almost three times his height, like a small building. From his perspective, he could only see a scarlet cloak and could not see the other person's appearance.

"I can still work, I am still valuable, please don't kill me, sir." Mars knelt on the ground, begging in severe pain.

"Heh" he heard a chuckle coming from the giant's mouth.

Then the steel support weighing several tons was easily thrown away by the man.

If it weren't for the rumbling sound the steel support made when it landed, Mars would almost doubt whether its actual weight was as heavy as it looked.

"My lord, all the strategic points of the Midnight Lords have been occupied. Currently, only some local armed forces are still resisting." At this time, a herald came behind the giant.

"Yeah." Koz nodded, being frugal with his words.

A giant golden eagle roared past in the sky, accurately dropping various bombs, missiles, and laser beams to directly wipe out those firepower points that were still resisting stubbornly.

"My lord, it is unbelievable that you have conquered this world by yourself. In two hours, the flag of the Sky Eagle will be planted at the highest point in this world." The herald complimented the giant behind him.

Koz did not answer, nor did he show any joy, because in his opinion, everything was taken for granted.

Ten thousand years ago, everyone thought that Curze was cruel and bloodthirsty, and was the Emperor's executioner. Even other Primarchs despised this practice.

But in the early days of the Great Crusade, the Night Lords led by Curze always caused the lowest casualties, both to the enemy and to their own side.

During the middle of the Great Crusade, during the height of the Night Lords' notoriety, some worlds would lay down their arms and surrender almost immediately upon hearing of Curze's approach.

That is truly conquering the world without bloodshed.

Koz was thinking about something at the moment - that is, how to deal with the Midnight Lords who had surrendered on Uta.

During the previous half-month long night of terror, Koze only massacred about 40% of the Night Lords in the world.

And those people are hopeless sinners.

As for the rest, Curze accepted their surrender.

The Primarch always has complicated feelings towards his own Legion, even if this Primarch is Curze, and this Legion is composed of sinners called the Night Lords, whom he despises the most.

Coates felt that he should do something.

Even if the final fate of these Midnight Lords is still death, he should try his best to seek redemption for them before death comes.

"Apply to the Military Affairs Department. I want to communicate with the Warmaster." Koz turned his head and said to the herald beside him.

When the haze of fear in the Uta world was cleared.

On the other side, Dak and his battle brothers, who were rescued from Comoros, were sent to a garden world called Jacques for trauma healing.

According to the different uses of the world, the Empire divides the world into primitive world, agricultural world, industrial world, hive world, garden world, etc.
In the eyes of the vast majority of the imperial people, the Garden is a rare paradise in the galaxy and a paradise that the powerful and wealthy yearn for.

Only a planet that has never been polluted by chaos, has generally docile creatures, beautiful scenery, excellent air quality, and suitable temperature and climate can be called a garden world.

After Dukel took over as Warmaster, he used the technology disclosed by the Great Sage Cawl to artificially create hundreds of garden worlds in the galaxy.

The main facilities of these worlds were transformed into hospitals or sanatoriums, with the main purpose of providing a better place for recuperation for the large number of imperial soldiers and Astartes monks. The main reason for spending so many resources to transform these garden worlds into sanatoriums is that the situation in the empire is getting better rapidly, there is sufficient financial support, and according to scholars, a better healing environment can most likely alleviate soldiers' war-related mental illnesses.

Soldiers who have been fighting among the stars for years are somewhat mentally unstable.

The planet has a significant axial tilt, and today summer in the southern hemisphere is coming to an end.

Dak was sent to this world at the most suitable time for recuperation in the southern hemisphere.

This veteran who had been tortured in the Comoros arena for a hundred years, when his feet stepped on Jacques' land, felt the light of the stars, and sniffed the fragrance of grass in the air, tears welled up in his eyes.

The Astartes monks take restraint as an honor and they spurn the enjoyment of material desires, but after a hundred years, Dak was able to walk out of Comoros and feel these things again. He couldn't suppress the great emotion that welled up in his heart.

But this feeling of being touched did not last long.

As time went by, the old soldier soon became bored.

The garden worlds are pure lands far away from war. In order to protect the purity of these worlds, the legions stationed in the garden worlds will carry out disinfection and inspection procedures in the most stringent manner.

"I would rather fight than have to go through another inspection like this."

Bulls, who had escaped from the Comoros Arena alive with Dark, complained after checking.

He had just finished the examination and walked out of the medical hall.

"Keep it in check, brother. I went through the same thing when I first got here." Dak said to him with a smile.

"But I bet you won't complain so much once you see the world."

"Look! This is what the Warmaster prepared for his wounded soldiers!"

Bulls looked in the direction where Dak's finger pointed and saw that the entire planet was covered by thin white clouds, with green forests and sapphire-like oceans occupying the surface of the planet.

Human buildings are just insignificant embellishments in this natural picture.

Standing on the medical ship platform in outer orbit, they could watch the planet change from day to night.

On one side is the sunny day, and on the other side is the night with city lights.

In the deep and dark space, the planets before them were like rare and magnificent treasures. Just admiring them from afar brought them unprecedented enjoyment.

The corners of Burs' mouth curled up into a smile unconsciously, and the irritability in his heart was quickly soothed at this moment.

The days in Jacques' world were the most peaceful and stable time in Dak's life.

Apart from necessary examinations which required going to the medical ship, he and several battle brothers who were also rescued from Comoros lived in a lakeside cottage far away from the city.

Their doctor approved of this action, believing that the breath of nature could soothe the psychological trauma they suffered in battle.

They had been tortured by the dark elves for too long in Comoros, and all doctors would be horrified when they heard about their dark past.

During this period, Dak also actively cooperated with the treatment plan given by the doctor.

Although he didn't think there was anything wrong with him.

He is strong and resolute in his faith, and is still able to fight for the God-Emperor and the Warmaster.

But here, only a medical certificate issued by a doctor can prove that he is healthy.

If he wants to return to the front line as soon as possible, he must cooperate with the treatment.

After the meeting, the medical team's first treatment plan was to let Dak and his fighting brothers go fishing every day.

Dak couldn't understand what fishing had to do with treatment, but in order to return to the battlefield, he accepted this ridiculous plan.

From then on, these Astartes monks, who were about two and a half meters tall, sat side by side by the lake every day, holding fishing rods as thick as their little fingers.

They had never learned to fish, but as Astartes they quickly mastered the skill.

Dak skillfully made a nest in the lake. He was lucky today and the fish took the bait after a while.

As the harpoon sank, Duck pulled up the rod with a slight effort.

He didn't dare to use too much force. Although the fishing rod was specially made, he was still worried that it would be broken by his brute force.

Dak takes every step very seriously.

But it's a pity.

The fish ran away.

Looking at the empty fishhook, Dak felt an inexplicable anger rising in his heart.

He should be fighting on the battlefield instead of sitting here fishing and being teased by a fish!

This anger came so suddenly, as if the Pandora's box in his heart was suddenly opened, releasing a monster that shocked even Dak himself.

It took him a long time to calm down.

He seemed to feel the significance of doing this.

The stars of Jacques' world are slowly setting at this moment, and the sunset of the Garden World is indescribably beautiful.

The golden arc of light covered the lake and the forest like a layer of gauze, and the leaves began to turn yellow. From a distance, everything was golden.

The last rays of the setting sun penetrated the thick white clouds, like the glory of the kingdom of heroes established by the God-Emperor.

Some noisy sounds came from a distance.

They are not the only ones living next to this lake.

Some children would run to the lake to play in the water.

Looking at the children playing in the lake, Dak felt touched.

That was a childhood he had never had. He was born in a world of death, and the only things that accompanied him as he grew up were dark clouds, a gray sky, and no sunshine.

In that world, water is strictly rationed.

Just as Dak was lost in his memories, he heard a voice.

Dak got up and walked to the direction of the sound, and found that it was a girl being forced into a tree by a wild boar with tusks.

It was a girl with rosy lips and long, smooth golden hair. She sat on a tree branch, watching the wild boars crashing into the trees, but she did not look panicked.

Even in a trance, Dak actually felt majesty in the girl's golden eyes, which made him want to worship her.

It's a funny thing, but it happened.

(End of this chapter)