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Koz felt a strange joy welling up in his heart, an emotion he had never experienced before.

He turned over swiftly and sat in the driver's seat lightly.

At the same time, knowledge about driving a car flooded into his mind like a tide.

"Fasten your seat belts and look around carefully..." Koz subconsciously murmured this new knowledge. Although his voice was soft, it was full of novelty and concentration.

Then he stepped on the accelerator, the black sports car made a low roar, and the exhaust gas instantly spewed out.

"Hold the steering wheel tightly and watch the rearview mirror while driving." Midnight Haunter muttered while controlling the vehicle.

In this dark and depressing environment, Koz drove his sports car recklessly.

The roar of the engine broke the silence of the past, and the friction between the wheels and the ground produced sparks.

Soon, the black sports car carrying Koz's figure gradually moved away from everyone's sight and finally disappeared, leaving Xi standing there with a look of surprise and relief on her face.

"Let Curze go and relax." The Emperor slowly squatted down, his eyes following the direction Curze left, and said thoughtfully.

After a moment, he turned to look at Xi and asked, "Do you still have that sports car?"

"No, you should be able to tell that the model of that sports car was a limited edition at the time, and there was only one." Xi answered decisively without any hesitation.

The Emperor was silent, and his mind began to think.

After a moment, he stood up, a sly look flashing across his face.

He was thinking to himself that when Coze came back, he would definitely "ask" for the limited edition sports car that Batman owned.

He didn't mind at all that this was something Koz had used. After all, he was Koz's father, and good things should naturally be enjoyed by his father.

As he thought about it, the corners of the emperor's mouth rose slightly, revealing an imperceptible smile, as if the cool sports car was already waving to him.

Fulgrim stretched out his slender fingers, grasped Ferrus's arm, and held it out towards Xi. With a look of anticipation and curiosity on his face, he asked, "Where is Ferrus's gift?"

This scene was seen by Rogal Dorn and Lorgar. They were silent at first, but there was a glimmer of eagerness in their eyes, as if they were also looking forward to receiving a unique gift.

They were even looking at each other's arms.

"Then what does Ferrus want?" Xi looked at them gently and asked softly.

"I... I..." Ferrus stumbled and was speechless for a moment. He actually didn't know what gift he wanted to ask his mother for. He was just confused and stretched out his hand when Fulgrim pulled him.

"Ferus wants flawless, perfect, beautiful," Fulgrim said, speaking for Ferrus, who hadn't yet fully grasped the idea.

As soon as he finished speaking, the space fluctuated slightly, and a bottle of oil and an exquisitely crafted bronze lamp slowly appeared in Xi's hand.

The lamp has a simple and elegant shape, and the bronze material exudes a warm luster. You can tell at first glance that it is not an ordinary item.

"What is this?" Fulgrim asked with a puzzled look on his face.

This question successfully attracted the attention of the other Primarchs, and they all turned here. Everyone was curious about this mysterious gift.

"The oil in this bottle was extracted from a creature called the Alien Merman during the ancient Terran era."

Xi began to introduce patiently, "Just one drop of oil is enough to burn for a full hundred years." As he spoke, Xi gently opened the oil bottle, carefully poured a drop of oil into the lamp, and then lit it.

In an instant, a ball of brilliant and colorful flames burned in the lamp. The colors of the flames were dreamy and kept changing shapes. It was so beautiful that people could not take their eyes off it.

"I don't know, and I don't quite understand what you mean by flawless and perfect, but I think that's what beautiful flames are like."

Xi said with a smile, looking gently at the burning flame, and also at the Primarchs in front of him who were full of curiosity and surprise.

Then, Xi gently placed the small bottle of oil in Ferrus' hand, and Fulgrim's beautiful, slender fingers took the bottle of oil from Ferrus' palm.

Then she leaned over slightly and gently blew out the flame that was still burning on the lamp, her movements as gentle as if she were treating a rare treasure.

Then, she reached out and put the ancient lamp back into the space. It seemed like just a simple gesture of raising her hand, but it was full of mysterious meaning.

"Why don't you give me the lamp as well?" Ferrus looked at his empty hands and said somewhat dejectedly, his eyes full of reluctance to part with the exquisite lamp.

Xi, however, took this for granted and explained seriously, "That lamp has existed since before the Common Era and is an extremely rare ancient artifact. Besides, with your abilities, it wouldn't be difficult for you to make a lamp yourself when you return."

Lorgar and Rogal Dorn stood beside them.

After seeing that Fulgrim and the others had succeeded in their request, Lorgar, like a playful child, tightly intertwined his arms with Rogal Dorn's arms, secretly exerting force, trying to pull Rogal Dorn's hand towards Xi.

Rog Dorn noticed Lorgar's little movement, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, his expression full of helplessness.

He didn't want to be manipulated by Luo Jia like this, so he secretly used his strength to steady his arm, not letting Luo Jia succeed easily. There was a hint of reproach in his eyes, as if to say, "You are so old, and you still play tricks like this."

Naturally, these little actions of Luojia and Rogal Dorn did not escape Xi's eyes.

She didn't say anything to stop them, but just watched quietly, as if waiting for their next move.

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Chapter 238: The Chariot Broke Down? Was It the Emperor's Wrong? The Emperor's Guilt (8k)

Under the dim inky light, a pitch-black Batmobile was speeding like lightning.

Koz stepped on the accelerator tightly, and the tank was like a real dark night bat, making bursts of heart-wrenching roars and rushing forward wildly.

The wheels ruthlessly crushed the rotting limbs on the roadside without hesitation.

As the Primarch, even in this environment that seems like eternal night, Curze's eyes can see through everything.

He turned on the car's headlights, and the bright light illuminated the bat-shaped logo on the front of the car, while billowing exhaust gas spewed out from the rear of the car.

"What a pity that this car doesn't have any offensive weapons." Coz muttered to himself as he turned the steering wheel frantically. The Batmobile completed the turn with extremely difficult movements, like a ghost dancing in the dark night.

"And it's too slow, but it's indeed an interesting toy." Koz said, pressing the accelerator to the limit.

The tank's engine roared more and more violently, and its speed became faster and faster, even leaving a trail of afterimages as it sped.

The next second, it rushed straight towards the drug vendors on the roadside and slammed into them. Those who were buying drugs were not spared and their bodies were torn into pieces. The stalls were instantly smashed to pieces and white powder was scattered all over the ground.

What was disgusting was that a group of people swarmed over, lying on the ground and licking the scattered drugs frantically.

Coz maneuvered the Batmobile into reverse at high speed, and the wheels crushed the heads of those lying on the ground licking drugs.

Coze watched all this with disgust. He didn't like this planet at all, and he hated everyone here even more.

In the eyes of the Night Haunter, every living person on Nostramo is committing a crime and deserves death, but even the death penalty is only the lightest punishment for these people.

Koz drove the chariot again, and the sound like the shrill roar of a bat resounded in the dark night again.

He stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and the chariot rushed forward like an arrow.

On the roadside, pale, rotten limbs can be seen almost everywhere. These are not his, the "masterpiece" of the Midnight Haunter. They existed long before he arrived.

The wheels ruthlessly crushed the limbs, turning them into rotten meat patties mixed with broken bones, leaving shocking tracks on the ground.

At this moment, a figure emitting golden light appeared at the intersection ahead.

The person who came was the emperor, who had been waiting here for a long time.

The Lord of Mankind left the main force alone, hoping to intercept Koz here.

God helps those who work hard, and Koz really appeared at this intersection.

Curz slammed on the brakes, the Batmobile came to an abrupt stop, and the roaring engine sound also stopped.

"Emperor...Father, why are you here?" Curze asked with a puzzled look on his face.

"I have been waiting for you for a long time. Look at you now, how dirty you are. Your mother and brothers are looking forward to your return. Hurry up and find a place to wash yourself clean." The emperor's face was full of anger, and he severely criticized the pale and slender Midnight Ghost in front of him.

His gaze turned to the Batmobile, and seeing the tragic scene, a wave of heartache surged in his heart.

The car body was splattered with brain matter and blood, and sprayed on the side of the car in stars. This made the emperor extremely distressed, and he wondered why Curze didn't know how to maintain the vehicle.

Looking at the car seat, it was also made dirty by Koz, which was really unsightly.

"What about my car?" asked Coz.

In front of the emperor, he chose to obey orders at the first moment, even restraining his usual words without any disobedience.

"I'll help you watch it, you just go find a place to take a bath." The emperor replied, with no hiding of the pain in his eyes.

"Okay!" Although Koz was a little reluctant, he turned and left.

Darkness quickly enveloped him, and Night Haunter ran towards the nearby Noble Domain, following the Emperor's orders to take a quick bath.

After Curze left, the Emperor's originally huge body emitting golden light gradually shrank to the size of an ordinary human, and his face was like that of a Luojia Yiqi Lu Yishan.

He opened the door of the Batmobile and looked at the dirty seat, feeling helpless.

The Lord of Mankind rolled up his sleeves and decided to clean up the mess himself.

He carefully wiped every stain on the car, leaving no corner untouched.

After cleaning up, he got back into the car seat, closed the door, stepped on the accelerator, and the Batmobile started slowly, slowly driving into the unknown night.

The chariot's engine made a deafening roar as it sped through the night, leaving a blurry afterimage on the side of the road as it passed, like a phantom flashing by in the dark night.

The emperor held the steering wheel firmly. Even though the car was going very fast, he was still able to avoid pedestrians on the road with extraordinary reaction and precise control without slowing down.

The pedestrians didn't even have time to react before they felt a gust of wind passing by and the chariot was already far away.

"This speed is still too slow. The speed of this chariot cannot even compare to the speed of the Primarch running at full speed. In terms of the excitement, it is far less than the experience I had in Comos." The Emperor murmured in a low voice, his tone full of disappointment.

The chariot I had been dreaming of, when I finally got it and drove it, I found that it was far from as good as I had imagined.

At this moment, he seemed to be able to imagine those Chaos Gods, who were filled with joy when they obtained the Primarch, but would later abandon it at will.

Thinking of this, golden psychic energy surged around the Emperor, and that psychic energy wrapped around the Batmobile layer by layer like a surging tide.

With the blessing of psychic energy, the chariot's internal combustion engine burst into an unprecedented roar, as if an awakened beast was roaring.

Every gear inside the tank was running at high speed under full load, making a sharp and intensive sound.

In an instant, the speed of the Batmobile suddenly increased, so fast that it was almost impossible to capture with the naked eye. Even the afterimage left by the speeding past became blurred, as if it blended into the night.

"Now, I can finally match the Primarch's running speed." The Emperor's mouth curled up slightly, his eyes flashing with excitement.

He turned the steering wheel rapidly with his hands, treating the pedestrians on the roadside as moving obstacles, rushing left and right in the crowd, having a lot of fun.

Every thrilling evasion and every high-speed turn made him immersed in this long-lost exciting experience. The pedestrians around him could hardly see him and could only feel a gust of wind passing by.

The Batmobile suddenly stopped without any warning, but the Emperor still kept his foot on the accelerator, his brows instantly twisted into the shape of the Chinese character "川".

"What happened? Did I break the car?" The Lord of Mankind muttered to himself, his tone full of disbelief and regret.

Then, the Emperor stomped on the accelerator again like crazy, but the Batmobile was as silent as death, with no sign of starting.

He looked around anxiously and found that there was no one around - in his previous crazy driving, he had driven the chariot to a deserted place.

"Fortunately, no one saw me destroy Curze's chariot like this, otherwise I would have to go to great lengths to silence them." The Emperor secretly breathed a sigh of relief, a hint of relief on his face.

At this point, the emperor decided to find another solution.

Surging spiritual energy surged around the Lord of Humanity, and his body expanded rapidly, transforming back into his extremely majestic appearance emitting dazzling golden light.

He lifted the heavy Batmobile above his head with both hands steadily, and his movements were so easy that it seemed as if he was lifting a small and insignificant object.

Then, the emperor took big strides and ran wildly on the ground at an extremely fast speed.

The speed was not inferior to the Batmobile that was speeding just now, and it even surpassed it.

A strong airflow whizzed past him, raising dust and sand on the ground.

Even though he was carrying the Batmobile with one hand, the Emperor's speed was still far beyond the speed of the Primarchs when they were running at full speed. Wherever he went, he left only a blurry golden light and shadow.

Soon, the Emperor arrived at the original intersection. He carefully returned the chariot to its original position, his movements gentle, as if he were handling a rare treasure.

After everything was back in place, he stood quietly by, waiting for Koz's return, his expression calm, as if the series of thrilling events had never happened.

"I hope that kid Curze won't find out later. Oh, damn it! How could I have forgotten that kid could predict the future? I shouldn't have given him such a powerful ability. But luckily, I just applied psychic suppression to Curze. It should be enough to hold out until he comes back from the shower!"

The Emperor frowned, a hint of uneasiness on his face, and muttered to himself in a low voice.

But after a while, he put on a nonchalant expression again, thinking to himself: "Forget it, the worst that can happen is that I get scolded by Curze, it won't hurt me anyway. I have so many primarchs supporting me, how can I be afraid of a mere Curze?"

After comforting himself in this way, the emperor simply relaxed and waited quietly.

On the other side, Koz was moving quickly in the dark night. The cloak on his body, which was made of human skin, was blown by the night wind, making a loud noise, as if a ghost in the dark night was whispering.

Soon, he found the fortress of the noble family.

Taking advantage of the dim sky, Koz sneaked in silently like a ghost, and his stealth ability was fully utilized, as if he was assisted by God.

He knew in his heart that the owner of this fortress seemed to be a nobleman whom he had once judged, and now it was just the right time to "make the best use of it."

Curze walked to the fortress's bathroom with ease. The place was filled with mist and steam. He jumped into the bathtub impatiently.

The tattered black cloth and the sewn human skin cloak were tightly attached to his pale and slender body.