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Iron Man's computerized brain sensed the danger and twisted its body frantically, trying to break free from Angron.

But Angron clung to it like a leech, his hands never ceasing to move.

With the last powerful blow, there was a loud "bang", and the energy core in the Iron Man's chest was completely destroyed. The powerful energy backlash instantly destroyed the Iron Man's internal circuits and mechanical structures.

The iron man shook a few times and finally fell to the ground with a loud bang, raising a thick cloud of dust.

The arena fell silent in an instant, and everyone was stunned by this shocking scene.

After a brief silence, the entire arena erupted in even more enthusiastic cheers and applause.

The clown host looked at Angron as if he were a cash cow, the rising star of the arena. The communication device in his ear also received the slave master's order: "Servant, build up momentum for Angron and make him the rising star of the arena. Do you hear me, ugly dog?"

"Yes, Master. I am your most loyal dog and will obey all your commands."

The slave owner ignored any compliments from the ugly dog ​​and disconnected the communication device.

The clown host's expression then changed from unusual humility to joy. "Everyone, please stand and give your loudest cheers to Angron, the rising star of the arena."

The audience stood up and cheered for Angron, their faces filled with excitement and satisfaction, as if they had witnessed a great legend with their own eyes.

Angron slowly raised his head. Sweat and blood mixed together, soaking his hair and running down his cheeks, dripping into the dust at his feet.

He scanned the entire arena, looking at those crazy spectators, and could feel the surging joy in his heart. At this moment, he hated his own abilities very much. The cheers from the audience should make him angry.

But he was swept up in the audience's emotions and became extremely excited and happy.

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Under the thick, inky shadow of Nostramo, Konrad Curze's existence is like a shadow lurking in the depths of darkness, quietly surging.

"Midnight Haunter", this terrifying name was given to him by the people of Nostramo out of fear.

Whenever he appeared without warning before those awaiting trial, dressed in his tattered black robe that looked like a shroud, their lips would tremble violently and uncontrollably, and they would utter the name in trembling fear.

And when Koz heard these fear-filled cries, he would always feel an indescribable joy in his heart, because the fear system he carefully constructed had been a great success.

Curze is extremely disgusted with his own prophetic abilities.

Thinking back to when he first arrived on this planet of eternal night, all he saw was desolation and darkness.

Under the dim street lights, the people of Nostramo indulged their evil thoughts and lived a miserable life. Morality and humanity were trampled to pieces here.

Every time his eyes fell on the person before him, the power of prophecy opened a door to a different destinies, showing him two completely different futures.

A family in front of the Primarch with ears hidden in the shadows.

The prophecy was also invisibly enveloping his consciousness.

One is men, women and their daughters, who support each other in this dark world full of dangers, and try their best to survive. Every action is filled with concern and protection for each other.

However, the other future was as hideous and terrifying as a nightmare, and it was unfolding before his eyes without any cover.

The man coldly cut off his daughter's eyelids and forced her to witness him brutally cutting off his wife's limbs. He then peeled off his wife's skin, made it into a horrible dress, and forced his daughter to wear it.

Not only that, the man also cut off his wife's flesh and blood, and while he was feasting on it, he did not let his poor daughter go, forcing her to swallow this tragedy with him.

Young Conrad's heart was filled with anger, almost burning.

The same tragic scene, once in his immersive prophecy, and once actually happening before his eyes, the double impact made it impossible for him to suppress the anger in his heart.

But the Nostramo people around were indifferent to this, and some even laughed harshly, mocking the man's skinning technique as being too clumsy and immature.

In Nostramo, such inhumane scenes have long become a part of daily life, and even more tragic and bloody things are not uncommon.

Young Conrad Curze decided to judge these evil people himself.

He retaliated in their own way, using the same cruel means to skin and pull out the tendons of those sinners, forcing them to eat their own flesh and blood, and then hanging them with their mutilated limbs high on the shaky street lamps that could go out at any time, letting them slowly taste the fear of death in the long pain.

However, this was only the most extreme punishment that young Conrad could think of and implement.

In this dark land of Nostramo, this is far from the most extreme punishment for a mature Nostramo.

The nobles of Nostramo, most notably, took the cruelty of this dark planet to the extreme with their perverted and twisted behavior.

Their pursuit of so-called "subtlety" has long gone beyond the scope of ordinary people's understanding, and they are constantly sinking into blood and madness.

In order to win this morbid "wall-building game", the nobles drove countless minions to capture lives in the streets and dark corners of Nostramo.

The chosen person is dragged into a dark underground workshop without any warning.

There, the sharp blade flashed with cold light and danced in the darkness. The skilled executioner had precise movements and could rip the living brain from the human body in an instant.

These carefully removed brains are placed in special containers and soaked in a nutrient solution that emits a strange light to maintain their "vitality."

As time went by, huge secret rooms were filled up. In the densely packed containers, the beating brains were like countless pairs of eyes peering into the darkness.

When a sufficient number is collected, perhaps ten thousand or perhaps a million, an even more terrifying project will begin.

Under the supervision of the nobles, the craftsmen carefully pieced and kneaded these brains together. They stuck to each other, and the blood vessels and nerves were intertwined and disordered, gradually forming walls that exuded a strange aura.

The "brain bricks" were trembling slightly, as if telling of endless pain.

Finally, when the last piece of brain was placed, the nobles gathered in front of this wall made of lives with great anticipation.

They were dressed in gorgeous but blood-stained costumes, and their faces were filled with morbid excitement.

With a command, a special stimulation device was activated and the electric current instantly spread throughout the entire wall.

In an instant, millions of brains screamed at the same time. The sounds gathered together, like a roar from hell, echoing in the secret room and making people's eardrums hurt.

The nobles, however, were immersed in it, competing with each other to see whose wall was more "exquisite", whose brains were more neatly spliced, or whose screams were more persistent.

But no matter how crazy the game is, you will eventually get tired of it.

When the novelty of this wall-building game gradually faded, the nobles' insatiable greed and cruelty drove them to explore new, more absurd and terrifying games.

They cast their gazes once again to every corner of Nostramo. In the darkness, another unknown disaster was brewing, waiting for more lives to be drawn into this endless abyss of pain.

And today, Koz is here to judge them, with the terrifying name given to him by this planet - Midnight Haunter.

Even though the armies of the nobles were clad in armor made of pure gold and wielding sharp blades that gleamed with cold light, in Koz's eyes, they were nothing more than a group of lambs to be slaughtered.

He hid in the darkness, approaching quietly like a ghost.

The thick night of Nostramo is his best cover, and every inch of shadow is his territory.

The nobles were in their luxurious palaces and had no idea that danger was approaching.

They are still immersed in a life of luxury and decadence, discussing the next perverted game.

Outside the palace, the army was lined up in neat rows, their golden armor gleaming coldly under the dim light, their weapons tightly grasped, ready to respond to any threat that might arise. However, they had no idea what kind of terrifying existence they were about to face.

Koz's figure flashed in the darkness, so fast that it was difficult to catch.

His footsteps were as light as the breeze, but they carried an endless sense of oppression.

The first soldier who noticed something was wrong felt a chill on his back. Before he could turn around, a cold hand covered his mouth. Then, a sharp blade cut across his throat, blood gushed out, and his body slowly fell to the ground, his armor hitting the ground with a dull sound.

The sound alarmed the nearby soldiers, who quickly raised their weapons and looked around vigilantly.

“Who’s there?

"A soldier shouted loudly, his voice trembling. Koz did not respond. He continued to wander in the darkness, like the Grim Reaper reaping lives.

Every attack was accompanied by a flash of cold light, and another soldier fell.

The blood spread on the ground and soon gathered into a small stream.

The nobles inside the palace finally heard the noise outside. They stood up in panic, their arrogance instantly replaced by fear. "What's going on?" one of the nobles screamed.

Another noble said in a trembling voice, "It's...it's the Midnight Haunter. He's coming!"

As more soldiers fell, Curze gradually approached the palace gates.

He kicked the door open, his black robe fluttering in the wind, and his figure appeared before everyone.

The nobles looked at him in horror, their legs weak and they could hardly stand.

Curze's eyes swept over them coldly and he said, "Your sins will end today."

The moment the Primarch stepped into the palace, the air around him seemed to freeze instantly, and the murderous aura emanating from him made the nobles present feel as if they were falling into an ice cellar.

Koz simply disdained to listen to the insincere pleas for mercy and terrified screams of these nobles. The moment his eyes swept over them, the action had already begun.

The Primarch moved among the nobles like a ghost.

He was so fast that only his afterimage could be seen. He precisely grasped the chin of a noble and pulled hard. With a teeth-grinding tearing sound, the noble's tongue was pulled out by the roots.

Thick blood gushed out of the nobleman's mouth and spilled onto the gorgeous carpet, creating a shocking dark red.

Before the other nobles could react, Koz had already done the same, pulling out their tongues one by one.

He casually grabbed the shadows on the ground, like grabbing a handful of tattered rags, and stuffed them into the nobles' wide-open mouths, trying to block the shrill screams of pain, but the painful whimpers still leaked out from between his fingers.

Then, Koz's slender and pale fingers revealed his extremely strong nails.

He approached a nobleman and skillfully cut the man's flesh with his nails, starting from the neck and peeling off the skin bit by bit.

The nobleman's body convulsed violently in pain, but with his tongue pulled out, he could only utter inarticulate whimpers, adding a touch of horror to the dark palace.

After a while, Koz completely peeled off a piece of human skin covered with warm blood.

He followed the same method and peeled off the skins of all the nobles. Then, he used his fingers to sew the skins into a cloak with their tendons and put it on himself.

The human skin cloak swayed slightly with his movements, emitting a disgusting smell of blood.

But this is not enough. The most righteous judgment in Koz's heart has not ended.

He dragged the tongueless, skinned nobles aside and piled them up like lifeless dolls.

Use the instruments made of brick walls by these nobles to connect their consciousness.

The moment the connection was completed, a powerful sense of pain instantly spread through the wall.

The consciousnesses of these nobles were tightly bound together, and they shared unimaginable pain. Their screams intertwined and echoed on the spiritual plane, forming a horrific elegy.

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Chapter 234: The Performance Art Coze Learned on His Mother Planet

Conrad Coates' consciousness is always trapped by his own prophetic ability, and he will never have peace.

"Why is it that my predictions clearly have two possible outcomes, but reality always leads to the worst? You are all guilty and deserve to die!"

The Night Haunter's roar was filled with anger and despair.

The skins of the nobles who had committed heinous crimes and were made into cloaks, which fluttered loudly behind Konrad, as if playing a prelude to the massacre.

The armies equipped by the nobles fired artillery and bullets crazily at the monster-like existence before them.

In an instant, bullets and artillery fire lit up the inky dark world, followed by a series of deafening explosions.

However, Conrad Coates was like a terrifying monster hiding in the deep shadows. When the bullets and artillery fire touched the boundless darkness, they disappeared silently like a drop in the ocean without causing any ripples.

"You all deserve to die!"

Shrouded in shadows, Conrad brandished his slender but sharp nails, stabbing them fiercely into the chest of the soldier in front of him. His movements were decisive and brutal.

"You have no courage, only endless weakness and helpless submission. You have never known what resistance is."

Midnight Haunter's words were full of contempt.

Just as Koz said, the soldiers who were close to him collapsed to the ground in an instant, kneeling down and begging for mercy like praying mantises, their voices trembling, just to save their own lives.

But Conrad Coates showed no mercy. In a very short time, he skinned and pulled out their tendons with extremely cruel means.

"There's no love here, only a weighing of pros and cons between the two sides, filled with filthy, dirty things; there's no real wisdom, only some petty cleverness that's not worthy of being shown on the stage."

He slaughtered and spat at the same time.

The darkness enveloped the area more and more. Even though the army had armored vehicles and tanks, they were like fragile toys under the claws of the Night Haunter Konrad Curze and were easily torn apart. The people inside the vehicles could not escape the fate of being skinned and torn apart.

"You wantonly squander the wisdom of our ancestors using the most despicable and insidious means, never respecting life, not understanding its precious value, and dismembering it for your own amusement. You simply don't deserve to live in this world!"

Witnessing the horrific scene of the Midnight Haunter devouring soldiers in the tank alive, the army's morale was instantly thrown into chaos. The soldiers fled in all directions like frightened birds, and fear spread wildly in their hearts.

"You have no will to unite, let alone sacrifice! You are like a fragile object barely held together by sand and water. Once faced with a real threat, you will crumble like thin ice exposed to the scorching sun!"

The roar of the Night Haunter, filled with endless rage, echoed across the empty battlefield.

He reached out his hand again, with swift and brutal movements, and gouged out the eyes of another soldier in the tank who had collapsed on the ground in fear, and stuffed them into his mouth without hesitation. As the soldier screamed, his sharp nails pierced into his neck like a sharp dagger, and blood gushed out.

After completing all this, the Midnight Haunter did not stop at all. Exuding a chilling aura, he continued to hunt in this chaotic battlefield. Every step he took was like the footsteps of the god of death, and wherever he went, there were shadows of death and fear.

Then the soldiers who were fleeing everywhere let out sharp and shrill screams, one after another, overlapping and interweaving into a creepy chorus of horror.

The Night Haunter's wandering, hunting, and killing continue endlessly. Wherever he goes, fear spreads like a plague.