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At this moment, they were immersed in their own world, and the noise around them disappeared.

In the eerie atmosphere of Nostramona, Curze's figure seemed particularly terrifying.

He stood in front of the body of a dead nobleman, and without hesitation, he stretched out his hands towards the face of the corpse and forcibly peeled off the skin.

In an instant, a pair of lifeless, pale, and blood-soaked eyes were revealed.

Without any hesitation, Koz reached out his fingers, dug out the eyes of the corpse, slowly brought them to his mouth, and stuffed them in.

As he chewed, a strange expression of satisfaction appeared on his face, as if he was tasting some delicacy. He muttered to himself, "The knowledge in my head tells me that it tastes like jelly."

After finishing this horrifying meal, he dragged his slightly lazy steps, slowly walked to a hideous-looking statue, and then lay straight on it.

He stretched his body and adjusted himself to a comfortable position, as if he had found his home on this statue.

At this moment, his equally hideous face contrasted with the statue. In a trance, it seemed as if they were a pair made in heaven. The monster and the statue achieved a strange yet harmonious symbiosis in this dark land.

"They are coming, they are coming to take me. I saw it in my prophecy a long time ago."

Koz muttered madly, his voice echoing in the dark and decaying mansion, revealing an indescribable weirdness.

Behind him, layers of human skin were like a strange cloak, wrapping around his slender yet tall body, swaying slightly with his movements and emitting a disgusting smell.

His prophecy has been fulfilled.

In the boundless darkness of the universe, the Emperor's Dream is like a brilliant artificial sun.

Its huge hull is too huge, with smooth and rigid lines, emitting the cold luster unique to metal.

The surface of the hull is engraved with complex and mysterious runes. Under the cover of the energy shield, these runes sparkle with a faint blue light, reflecting the surrounding starry sky, like a dream.

The thrusters ejected a fiery tail flame, like a gorgeous fire snake, pushing the Emperor's Dream forward at an astonishing speed.

Its flight path left a bright and short trace on the star map, as if it were a deep memory passing through the universe.

On the huge bridge, countless indicator lights flickered and danced like stars in the night sky.

Through the huge transparent porthole, you can see the stars twinkling and nebulae floating in the vast universe.

In the illusion, Curze's eyes were fixed on the Emperor's Dream, which was emitting a sacred light in the universe. Reflected in his eyes was the familiar silhouette of the ship, and the figures hidden in it that he longed for but also feared - his father, the Emperor, and his brothers.

Whether warm or cold, that unprecedented feeling now flooded into my heart like a tide.

The Night Haunter's breathing became rapid, and the human skin cloak behind him rustled with his violent emotional fluctuations.

His mind was struggling madly, with countless thoughts intertwined like a tangled mess. "What should I do?"

This question echoed in his mind over and over again, making his already unstable mind even more confused.

Should I rush up to him regardless of everything and tell him about the pain and confusion I have suffered over the years?

Or hide in the darkness of Nostramo and continue to sink into your own world?

Or, with a heart full of resentment, would he give the Emperor's Fantasy a thrilling "greeting" in the way he knew best?

No, this is not right, this is an illusion.

His hands clenched unconsciously, his knuckles turning white from the force. Memories of the past and visions of the future kept emerging in his mind. Those prophetic scenes flashed before his eyes like a kaleidoscope, making it even more difficult for him to make a decision.

Koz shuddered violently and broke free from the swirling illusion.

Looking up, he saw the thick, inky darkness still tightly covering the planet Nostramo under his rule, making it so oppressive that it made people breathless.

His eyes instantly became cold and sharp, like a blade in the cold night.

Immediately, he summoned governors of all levels on the planet without hesitation.

Those governors who were usually high and mighty felt an invisible pressure the moment they received the order and hurried over.

"Listen!" Koz's voice was deep and intimidating, echoing beneath the giant stone statue. "Everyone, prepare carefully for this ceremony. No slackness is allowed! Every detail must be perfect, and no step can go wrong!"

The Primarch's gaze swept across everyone's faces one by one. Wherever he looked, the governors lowered their heads, not daring to look him in the eye.

"This is your moment to demonstrate your strength and loyalty to the outside world. If anything goes wrong, you all know the consequences!"

As he finished speaking, the hall fell into silence, with only the sound of heavy breathing.

The governors knew very well that the Night Haunter was moody and that any misstep could lead to disaster.

So they hurriedly received the order, dispersed, and began to prepare for this ceremony that was endowed with special significance. The entire planet was plunged into a tense and busy atmosphere.

The entire planet Nostramo was in a state of turmoil, and everyone was mobilized.

On the streets, workers worked day and night to make celebratory decorations, and huge flags and emblems symbolizing Koz were hung high.

Sparks flew in the blacksmith shop as craftsmen worked hard to create ceremonial weapons and armor, each piece of which was expected to be a display of military prowess.

In the market, the residents were also busy. Women were sewing exquisite clothes and children were helping to carry items.

Patrol teams shuttle through the streets and alleys, maintaining order and supervising progress.

The governors held frequent meetings to check procedures and allocate resources, striving to ensure that every link was accurate and correct.

Behind this hectic scene was a deep reverence for Curze. No one dared to slack off for even a moment. Fear, like an invisible whip, drove everyone to prepare for this grand ceremony. Every inch of Nostramo was filled with a tense and oppressive atmosphere of busyness.

Fear was like an invisible net, tightly covering everyone on the planet Nostramo.

Under the dim light, the workers hurriedly made the ceremonial supplies with trembling hands, and every time the hammer fell, they were filled with panic.

They were afraid that if they made any mistake, they would be consumed by Koz's wrath.

The soldiers on patrol had blank expressions and mechanical steps; they were both the inflictors and victims of fear.

Fear sowed the seeds of obedience in their hearts, driving them to strictly follow Curze's orders and resort to violence against the residents at the slightest dissatisfaction.

The governors appeared calm on the surface, but they were already in a panic inside.

They frequently checked every arrangement and blamed each other, fearing that they would be liquidated by Coates if they made any mistakes.

People on the entire planet are struggling in the abyss of fear, suppressed by fear, and driven by fear, mechanically completing the tasks assigned by Koz, not daring to resist at all.

This may be the best outcome for Coze to rule the planet well.

At the same time, in the vast and distant universe, the Emperor's Dream was like a bright star, soaring silently in the space.

Its huge hull exudes a mysterious and majestic aura, cutting through the dark void of the universe.

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Chapter 237 Batman's Equipment; Gift

Koz was full of doubts about his subordinates and felt disgusted with them deep down.

In his eyes, these ministers and nobles were hypocritical and greedy, and everything they did was just to satisfy their own selfish desires. He didn't trust them from the bottom of his heart.

As for the planet Nostram, Midnight Ghost Curze doesn't feel that he owes it anything.

In fact, Curze brought relative good order to the planet.

Before he came, the nobles acted recklessly and their exploitation of the lower classes was almost crazy.

Just imagine, if there was no Curze, and if there was no terrifying fear he brought, those greedy nobles would have become even more outrageous.

They will treat the lower classes as objects that can be disposed of at will, and may even cook them into food on the table just to satisfy their own perverted desires.

Even now, Koze still keeps his distance from those nobles.

The nobles invited him to lavish dinners many times, but he never accepted.

He would rather travel alone in the wilderness, looking for rotten meat to fill his stomach, than step into the banquet hall of the nobles.

After all, behind the laughter and joy at those dinner parties lies endless hypocrisy and ugliness.

At this moment, Curze was sitting on the tower that the people fearfully called the "Midnight Haunter".

The tower stands out in the darkness, soaring into the clouds and overlooking the entire planet with an absolute posture.

Koz just sat there quietly, taking in everything on Nostrano from the highest point in the darkness.

Within his sight, the ordinary people had deep fear on their faces, but they had to work hard for their livelihood.

The managers under the nobles also maintained superficial order in fear, fearing that any mistake they made would incur the wrath of Koz.

Despite their inner fear, they still performed their duties and did not dare to slack off in the slightest.

The Emperor's fleet has arrived.

The massive fleet cast a huge, dark shadow over Nostrano, covering a large area of ​​land.

However, even though the shadow was so thick, it could not be darker than the planet that had been shrouded in darkness for so long.

The emperor strode forward with an upright posture, walking at the front of the crowd.

On the shoulder of the Lord of Mankind sat an extremely exquisite puppet. The puppet looked like a living thing, exuding a mysterious aura.

Beside him, several Primarchs gathered closely together. They were tall and mighty, with a strong aura, and each of them exuded a unique leadership temperament.

Behind the Emperor stand the sturdy and sharp-eyed Guards, clad in gorgeous and majestic armor, always ready to make any sacrifice for the Emperor.

The Primarchs' personal guards also followed closely behind their respective Primarchs. They marched in step, with strict discipline, and exuded a well-trained and murderous aura.

Every time the emperor took a step forward, wherever he went, the fear in the eyes of the people, who were originally shrouded in fear, instantly turned into fanatical faith.

They had never seen such a flawless and imposing being. The Emperor's appearance was like a ray of light shining into their dark world, making them surrender involuntarily.

"This place is really hard to understand. The Nostramo people seem to be afraid of something. Could it be that they are afraid of our brother?"

Fulgrim frowned slightly, looking at the people standing on the roadside, his face full of confusion and puzzlement.

At this moment, he took every step carefully, fearing that he would step on something dirty.

His cloak was gently lifted by his descendants behind him to prevent it from dragging on the ground and getting dusty.

"But I have to say, this is also a qualified industrial world. Quiet, busy, and well-organized by our brothers."

Ferrus, who was beside him, was, as always, the first to respond to Fulgrim, his eyes revealing his recognition of this planet.

"No, you are not." Fulgrim's expression grew serious, his tone emphasizing, "On the planet I rule, there is no such silence. No constant hum of motors, no hum of exhaust fumes from factories. It is so eerie that even the people here show no emotion, only the lingering fear that runs deep in their bones."

Phoenix's words successfully attracted the attention of other Primarch brothers, and they became more confused and curious about the mysterious planet Nostramo.

When everyone arrived at Koz's tower, Koz was already waiting there in person.

He looked straight at his brothers, the servants behind them, his father standing in the front, and the half of his mother.

In an instant, endless illusions surrounded him again like a surging tide.

As the darling of the subspace, those abilities that were passively activated unconsciously were dragging him into the abyss step by step.

His mind was being pulled uncontrollably and was about to fall into another terrifying illusion.

There, ugly, hateful, and hopeless images of the future, caused him unbearable pain every time they appeared.

Xi, who was sitting on the emperor's shoulder, raised her wooden arm and gently swayed the silk thread in her hand.

The amazing thing is that this seemingly simple action instantly broke the terrifying prophetic scene in front of Koz's eyes.

"I'm here to take you home, child. You don't have to suffer here." Xi whispered, her voice full of tenderness and love, gently soothing Koz's wounded heart.

This scene made the primarchs nearby feel a little strange.

Perhaps it is a faint jealousy. They also long for such unreserved care and love, but they can only watch silently from the side, and the feeling in their hearts is indescribable.

"This is not what I want, mother. It is not everything about Nostramo. Even the abilities you gave me are not what I asked for." Coze muttered to himself, his emotions gradually getting out of control, his voice full of pain and struggle.

Seeing this, his Primarch brothers immediately wanted to step forward, but the Emperor stopped them with his hand, his eyes full of complicated meanings.

"I'm so sorry, Conrad, my child, I'm late. I wish I could have come earlier." Xi sighed softly, her voice full of heartache. "Fortunately, in this almost infinite time and space, fate still favors us, allowing us mother and son to finally meet. Moreover, I brought you a gift."

As she spoke, Xi glanced at the ministers and people around Koz. The disgusting aura emanating from their souls made her frown slightly.

There are too many souls like this on this planet, and darkness has penetrated every corner.

Immediately afterwards, Xi lightly jumped down from the Emperor's shoulders. The moment she landed, strange fluctuations occurred in the surrounding space.

In the blink of an eye, a cool black sports car appeared in front of Coz, with a striking bat logo on the body.

"This is a gift for you, child." Xi smiled, her eyes full of expectation, hoping that this gift could slightly comfort Koz's broken heart.

"But your gift is not suitable for me." Koz looked down at his slender but very tall body, feeling troubled. It was really difficult for him to squeeze into the small and exquisite sports car in this state.

Xi was slightly stunned, then she understood. It seemed that this child had not yet mastered the skill of using psychic power to change his physical state.

So, she slowly raised her wooden arm, and the spiritual energy at her fingertips surged and gathered like a nimble snake of light.

In an instant, light enveloped Koz, and in the blink of an eye, he turned into a normal human being.

"That's fine, go try the gift I gave you!" There was some encouragement in Xi's voice.