I'm in Warhammer, please don't praise Doraemon

Chapter 496 The Lord of Night is very sad

The Night King's human-skin cloak rolled up shadows, shielding himself and Titus from the wind and the blazing sun, and obscuring the eyes of the God of Blood.
This man, pale as a ghost, looked at Titus with madness in his eyes, lowering his head.
Strong malice, cruel indifference, disappointment in human nature, extreme thirst for justice, a series of fragmented emotions poured into Titus's mind, and thousands of horrible past, present and future appeared before his eyes.

If he had any fear in his heart, he would have been driven crazy by those scenes.

If he had committed the slightest sin, his head would have been chopped off by those lightning claws.

But Titus has neither fear nor sin,
He looked directly into the eyes of the insane Primarch, into his pale pupils.

Instantly, Titus sensed the thoughts of the Lord of Night.

The Lord of Night had chosen him, marked him, when Titus first saw him, the shadowy image of him reflected in the material universe.
The Lord of Night is dead. Ten thousand years ago, he voluntarily accepted death, punishment, and execution.
But although his physical body died, his warp essence did not.
The extreme, primitive, instinctive desire and extreme yearning for simple justice, this is him, the Lord of the Night,
The Lord of Night instinctively desires to continue to punish sinners and preach justice, but he has lost his physical body.
He needed a new body, a representative, a host to take on some of his power.

He needs someone to be chosen by the Lord of Night.
This person must be innocent. Only innocent people can stand the trial of the Lord of Night.

This person must be fearless and not be overwhelmed or driven mad by the terror brought by the Night Lord.

Titus is a suitable choice. He can carry a small part of the power of the Night Lord, become the Night Lord's chosen one, and act on the Night Lord's will.

But the Lord of the Night does not need Titus's worship, does not need Titus to follow his orders, and does not need Titus's loyalty.
The Lord of the Night wants nothing but justice, and only wants Titus to punish evil and execute criminals on his behalf.

As long as Titus agrees, Titus can share the power of the Lord of Night, sneak in the midnight like the Lord of Night, avoid the sight of the Blood God, and escape from this desert.

As long as Titus is willing to accept the power of the Night Lord, become the chosen one of the Night Lord, and become the blade of justice.

Titus stared at the pale, mad midnight ghost before him.

He will give Titus midnight, and midnight will be Titus's cloak from now on, and no one can catch him in the night,
He will give Titus eyes, and from now on the future will appear before Titus' eyes, and no one can escape his pursuit.

He will bring terror to Titus, and from now on fear will be his byword, and sinners will tremble in fear before him,

But if Titus could not bear it one day, the Lord of Night would only bring him fear, madness and self-destruction. Titus closed his eyes slightly. He was not a pedantic person. He also knew from Saint Doraemon that the Lord of Night was on their side now.
He can accept the power of the Night Lord and carry out the Night Lord's requirements to punish sinners, as long as he can fight for the Emperor and for humanity.

As for the future and destiny described by the Lord of Night.
“I fear nothing,” Titus told the Lord of Night.

Then deep midnight poured into Titus.

In the Warp, in the innermost reaches of the Sixth Ring, in the chamber of pleasure of Slaanesh,

Obscene sounds echoed in the bedroom, hungry pleas were heard in billions of mirrors,
This is the twisted mirror palace of Slaanesh, where all kinds of strange and gorgeous mirrors stand, reflecting and reflecting each other.

The world reflected in each mirror is completely different, and the palace in each mirror is more magnificent than the previous one.
Anyone who gazes into one of these mirrors, whether mortal, demon, or Astarte, will see themselves reflected, over and over again.

Each time one reflects one's own image, it becomes more beautiful, more perfect, and more flawless, until after countless iterations, the person looking in the mirror will eventually become a gorgeous phantom trapped in the mirror, embellishing the sanctuary of Slaanesh.

But now, there is a figure that is not beautiful, and can even be said to be pale, ugly and hunched, walking in the Mirror Palace. None of the billions of mirrors in the Mirror Palace can reflect his figure.
He was like a ghost, an ethereal thing, something that could only be infinitely approached but could never be seen or touched.

Not only the mirror, but even the owner of this palace, the Lord of Hunger and Thirst, could not see his figure.

Because he is the desire of all living beings for absolute justice, and absolute justice is something hidden behind the veil of ignorance, something that can only be approached but never reached.
Even the gods cannot abandon their prejudices and positions, nor can they reach out and touch absolute justice, nor can they see the form of absolute justice with their own eyes. Therefore, even the gods cannot step behind the curtain of ignorance and cannot fail to see him.
It was with this ability that he successfully snatched food from the Blood God's mouth and turned the God's chosen one that the Blood God desired into his own God's chosen one.
However, this ability of his is not without flaws. When he hides behind the veil of ignorance, he can naturally hide from all sights, including the gods.
But when he steps out of the veil of ignorance and starts to act, he becomes discoverable.
This is also the reason why he has been wandering around Slaanesh's chambers but has not taken any action yet.

The Lord of Night looked at his deformed brother.
Every time he looked up at that sinful body, the Lord of Night lamented that the only thing he had done wrong ten thousand years ago was not completely turning to the Chaos Gods.

Fulgrim lay curled up on the velvet bed, his snake-like, slug-like tail coiled in a ball, covered with sweat that smelled of revelry.
The Crone Sword, a blade made from the bones of the Eldar Crone God, was lodged in his cloaca.
This weapon originally possesses the power of the Eldar Death God, is the nemesis of Slaanesh, and is the enemy of the ecstatic perception. There is no need for someone to hold the sword, the Crone Sword itself will attack and burn the Slaanesh demon,
At this moment, the Crone Sword is also driven by the hatred of the Eldar to fight against the demon of Sakshi.

It was shaking and trembling constantly, the blade was burning hot, and from time to time there were flashes of lightning.
Fulgrim's massive body trembled as the Crone Sword struck him, enjoying the extreme sensory stimulation.

Conrad Coates watched the scene in silence.
The Lord of the Night boasts that he has seen a lot with his foresight.
But he had never seen such a scene before.
And more importantly.
The Crone's Sword was hidden in such a place, how the hell was he supposed to steal it!!!

(End of this chapter)