Forced to die just after becoming invincible in Warhammer?

Koz didn't care about anything else and quickly began to scrub his body. His movements were urgent and quick, and he wanted to quickly wash away the dirt and fatigue on his body, as well as the various sinful auras he had picked up on the planet Nostramo.

"Damn it! These decadent nobles are absolutely ridiculous. They actually put these mind-numbing, erotic things in the hot springs. They all deserve to die!"

Koz suppressed the disgust in his heart, held his breath tightly, and anger burned in his chest.

At first, he had sneaked into this place with a trace of guilt, but now, that guilt had been completely swallowed up by anger. At this moment, he had only one firm thought: to cleanse all the evil here.

In his view, the existence of these nobles and those who were filthy and had rotten souls was a blatant violation of his own ideals of justice.

Koz quickly stood up from the hot spring pool. His wet human-skin jacket and black outer shirt clung tightly to his body, outlining his slightly thin but powerful figure.

After a brief rinse, his skin looked even paler, a mark left by Nostramo's long years of darkness.

On this planet, there is only endless gloom and darkness, and the faint, pale light emitted by the street lamps.

In an instant, the shadow merged perfectly with him again, and the Night Haunter had returned, beginning his ruthless hunt in the castle.

In an instant, screams rang out one after another in the noble castle, and the sound cut through the silent night sky, filled with fear and despair.

But each scream only lasted briefly and then stopped abruptly, as if an invisible hand had instantly strangled the throat.

"You damned scum! If I didn't want to get myself dirty, you wouldn't have died so easily. You deserve to be skinned alive and chopped into pieces!"

Koz's voice was icy cold, and blood kept dripping from his slender nails. In front of him, a noble and countless servants collapsed on the ground, no longer breathing. They were killed by his sharp claws.

As the undisputed darling of the night, this luxurious aristocratic castle was reduced in the blink of an eye to a bloody hunting ground where midnight ghosts roamed freely.

Koze, the being respected as the King of the Night, exudes a chilling murderous aura and embarks on a thrilling hunt under the protection of the dark night.

His figure loomed in the darkness, like a flash of black lightning, and every movement carried a deadly aura.

The sharp hunting claws danced wildly in the dark night as thick as ink, and each swing accurately harvested a sinful life.

In front of him, those nobles and their minions who usually acted arrogantly were like lambs to be slaughtered. They had no power to fight back and could only quickly step into the abyss of death in fear and despair.

The panicked guards in the castle pulled the triggers frantically, and dense bullets poured out like raindrops, but it was all in vain.

The whizzing bullets couldn't even touch the corner of Koz's clothes, as if he was an illusory phantom in the dark night, beyond this mundane attack.

Blood splattered in every corner of the castle, but not a single drop could stain Koz. He seemed to be gently protected by the dark night, and he always maintained his purity in this bloody massacre.

Dark night is his most loyal partner, providing him with endless cover and strength.

With the protection of the dark night, Koz ruthlessly punishes every bit of evil here and announces his ideal of justice to the world in the cruelest way.

Before long, the once bustling castle fell into deathly silence, and all life had been slaughtered.

Corpses were lying on the ground in all directions, their necks without exception pierced by the sharp nails of the Midnight Haunter. Thick blood flowed like winding streams, gathering into shocking pools of blood on the cold ground.

The trial was completed, and without stopping, Koz's figure quickly disappeared into the darkness.

At this moment, he felt a strong longing for his Batmobile.

Strangely enough, during this process, his always accurate predictive ability was not used once, which made Koz feel a little doubtful.

But he had no time to think about it. He walked quickly, just wanting to get back to the chariot that had briefly accompanied him across Nostramo.

The thick shadows and deep dark night, like loyal guards, surround their favored beloved, Koze, all the way.

Under the protection of these two, Koz's figure was like a ghost, rushing towards the place he had been thinking about at an astonishing speed.

Along the way, the sound of the wind whistled past his ears, blurring everything around him. Only the Batmobile, which carried countless memories and passions for him, and the familiar golden figure beside the car, became clearer and clearer in his mind.

Finally, Koz arrived at his destination.

When his eyes fell on the Emperor and the Batmobile parked quietly beside him, the long-suppressed joy in his heart suddenly burst out like a flood, almost drowning him.

It was an indescribable excitement, as if a traveler who had been wandering for a long time had finally found his home. There was a gleam in his eyes, and his pace unconsciously quickened, and he couldn't wait to get closer to his beloved car.

However, just as Curze was filled with joy, the Emperor had already noticed his arrival.

In an instant, the spiritual energy around the Emperor surged rapidly like a surging golden wave, sweeping towards Curze.

This powerful psychic energy carried an irresistible force and instantly enveloped Koz.

"My psychic power can suppress your ability to predict without warning, at least so that you will not be disturbed by the prophecy in the short period of time in the future." The Emperor said with a calm expression on his face, but his tone was filled with unquestionable majesty.

But deep down in his heart, he was secretly laughing. In his eyes, the pale and slender Primarch in front of him was just an inexperienced being, as innocent as a child of a few years old.

The Emperor recalled the previous scene. He spent a lot of effort to clean up the damaged chariot. Not only did he thoroughly remove the stains and blood on the body of the chariot, he also used his psychic power to dispel all odors to ensure that no trace was left.

On the surface, he pretended to be concerned about Curze, claiming that he was helping him get rid of the troubles caused by his prophetic ability, but in fact, his real purpose was to temporarily monopolize Curze's psychic power in this way and prevent him from using his prophetic ability.

In this way, Koz would have no way of knowing the truth about the previous tank failure, and Qi Er III would not find out that it was he who broke the tank.

The Emperor was secretly pleased with himself, feeling smug about his seemingly flawless plan, and was completely unaware of the doubt that flashed across Curze's eyes.

Coze scratched his head in confusion, a simple expression on his face as he said sincerely, "Thank you, Emperor."

The Emperor looked at Curze's appearance, feeling secretly proud and couldn't help laughing.

"See, the Primarch is just a child after all, and he still remembers to thank me." The Lord of Mankind thought to himself, and then said, "Okay, then hurry up and get in the car! I just took a lot of effort to clean this car."

"Thank you very much, father." Curze responded and got into the Batmobile.

Midnight Haunter stepped on the accelerator skillfully, but the chariot did not respond at all, not even the roar of the engine was heard.

Koz frowned and stepped on the accelerator a few more times in disbelief, but the tank still did not move.

His expression instantly darkened, his eyes filled with suspicion. He looked directly at the Emperor and questioned, "Did you damage my chariot? And you cleaned the chariot to erase the evidence, Emperor?"

Upon hearing this, the Emperor secretly cursed inwardly, but immediately put on a look of deep sorrow and indignation. He shouted, "You unfilial son! Don't you even call me father? You were the one who broke the car, so how can you blame me? I worked so hard to clean the Batmobile for you, and not only did you not appreciate it, you even threw this dirty water on me."

The Emperor's words of turning the tables and resorting to reverse moral blackmail were so righteous that Curze, who had lost his ability to predict the future and was not good at speaking, was speechless for a moment.

He opened his mouth, wanting to retort, but couldn't find the right words, so he could only bite his lips tightly.

"Okay! Then let's go to mother immediately and ask her to check this tank to see what happened?" Koz had an idea and suddenly thought of his mother. A hint of determination flashed in his eyes.

Without saying a word, he easily lifted the heavy Batmobile with one hand, and with the other hand he tightly grasped the Emperor's arm, as if afraid that the Emperor would take the opportunity to slip away.

"Go if you want to, but don't pull me. I hate it most when people pull me. Don't think that I can forgive you just because you are my son." The emperor's face was full of reluctance, and there was a hint of anger in his tone.

Curze dragged the Emperor forward, and the Emperor's golden iron boots left a long mark on the ground, showing his resistance.

"You must be guilty of something. You are just like the nobles on this planet, stealing and filthy as hell." Koz accused him bluntly, his eyes full of contempt.

"You are wrongly accusing a good person. I am the Emperor of the Human Empire, tall and majestic, with noble character." The Emperor immediately retorted with a righteous look on his face. Although it was indeed he who caused the damage, he refused to admit what he had done.

"Then you will come with me to Mother." When Curze heard the Emperor's explanation, he not only did not believe it, but instead he gripped the Emperor's arm even tighter, and the veins on his hand bulged slightly.

"Hmph, go ahead." The emperor snorted coldly. Although he said this, he was thinking in his mind how to clear Coze's memory in a short time so that he would forget about this matter.

At this time, the emperor even felt a little regretful about creating Curze, and felt that this son was really giving him a headache.

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With graceful movements, Fulgrim gently uncorked the bottle of mermaid oil. The thick liquid, like lively amber, fell precisely on his slender fingertips drop by drop.

Then, his eyes flashed, and a cluster of blue flames ignited at his fingertips, instantly igniting those drops of mermaid oil.

In an instant, a ball of beautiful flame bloomed at his fingertips, red, orange, yellow, green and blue intertwined together, shining brightly and like a dream.

This temperature was insignificant to Fulgrim, the Primarch, and could not cause him to feel even the slightest burning pain.

The proud Phoenix bent down slightly, stretched out its hand and firmly grasped Ferrus's other arm. Ferrus's arm muscles were tense, tightly wrapped in solid steel, full of power.

Fulgrim exerted force with both hands and slowly straightened the iron arm.

The moment Ferrus' fingers touched Fulgrim's flaming fingertips, the flames seemed to have found a new host, instantly spreading to Ferrus' fingertips, jumping and flickering.

Not far away, Xi witnessed all this with a calm expression, not at all surprised.

Rogdorn was already accustomed to this. He narrowed his eyes slightly, with a faint smile on his lips, as if he was appreciating this unique scene.

Luo Jia stood quietly by with his arms folded across his chest, a hint of amusement in his eyes, as if this was just an everyday little game.

On the distant horizon, two figures were rapidly approaching the tower, and their outlines were becoming clearer and clearer.

Looking closely, it turned out to be Curze. At this moment, he raised one hand high, holding the Batmobile steadily, and with the other hand he tightly grasped the Emperor's arm, striding towards him.

"What's wrong with you? Instead of riding the car, you want to hold it up and grab the emperor?" Xi asked with a puzzled look on his face.

"Mother, the Batmobile was damaged by the Emperor and now it can't start." Curze said anxiously. As he spoke, he slowly lowered the hand that was holding the Batmobile and placed the vehicle steadily on the ground. Then he held one of the Emperor's arms tightly with both hands like pliers, fearing that he would escape.

"You are talking nonsense. What evidence do you have to prove that I wrecked the car? My original idea was to train you to be an excellent judge, but I didn't expect you to like framing people so much, and you even framed your own father." Upon hearing this, the emperor immediately jumped up and retorted, his face filled with indignation.

"You were the only one near the tank at that time. Who else could it be if not you? And you cleaned the tank. You must have wanted to destroy the evidence, otherwise why would you have cleaned the tank?" Koz argued, his eyes revealing determination.

"I was doing a good thing. Do you know how dirty your chariot was at that time? I really couldn't bear to watch it. You actually framed a good person. How can you be a judge?" The emperor shouted at the top of his voice, trying to overwhelm Curze with his momentum.

Hearing the commotion here, the other Primarchs were also attracted and quickly surrounded the place. Everyone's eyes moved back and forth between the Emperor and Curze, watching this heated argument curiously.

Xi stood quietly by the side. She knew everything in her mind without even looking carefully.

According to the default "Emperor is Guilty Theory", as long as the Emperor is there, if anything breaks, the first suspect will definitely be the Emperor.

Unless there was a treacherous thief by his side at the time, it is very likely that the emperor did it.

"I don't think it could be my father. He is like a god on earth. How could he do such a thing? It absolutely couldn't be him." Luo Jia quickly stood up and fiercely refuted his brother Koz who had just joined the argument.

Rogal Dorn, Fulgrim, and Ferrus on the side nodded in agreement, with firm expressions on their faces, and obviously believed that the Emperor would not do such a thing as damaging the chariot.

"See? I told you it wasn't me. Such good intentions go unrewarded. Why are you just like these Nostramos, always suspicious and deceiving others without reason?"

Upon seeing this, the emperor immediately seized the opportunity to speak loudly, his face full of grievance and dissatisfaction, as if he had really suffered a great injustice.

However, Curze was not moved at all, still holding the Emperor's arm tightly, with no intention of letting go, and there was a hint of doubt and stubbornness in his eyes.

"I'd better check it out!"

At this time, Xi gently waved his hand and drove the puppet beside him towards the Batmobile. After the puppet carefully inspected it, Xi said, "It's out of gas. We need to refuel."

"What? So the car isn't broken, it's just out of gas? It was truly high-tech back then. It's a limited edition, and you can't even tell if it has gas?" The Emperor said in surprise, his eyes widening. His expression suddenly changed, and he turned to Coze and yelled, "Did you see that? I didn't touch your car at all. Let go of me!"

After hearing this, Koz reluctantly let go of his hands.

"However, when I bought this car, I specially added a driving recorder. Do you want to see it, Emperor?" At this moment, Xi controlled the puppet, with a meaningful smile on his face, and said slowly.

"No, I suddenly remembered that I don't know where Waldo has gone. I have to look for him." The emperor's face changed instantly, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes. Before he finished speaking, he immediately dodged and disappeared from everyone's sight in the blink of an eye.

"What should I do? This is so embarrassing. Should I apologize to Koz as well?" Luo Jia was secretly struggling in his heart, his brows furrowed, his eyes full of hesitation.

However, while he was still thinking, Rogal Dorn had already taken action.

Rog Dorn strode up to Coze with a sincere look on his face and apologized to Coze without hesitation.

Seeing this, Ferrus and Fulgrim did not hesitate at all and walked forward to apologize to Curze.

Their movements were natural and smooth, their attitudes sincere, and it was obvious that they truly felt that they had just misunderstood Coze.

Luo Jia felt even more conflicted when he saw this scene, because he was the main culprit just now!

He moved slowly, as if there were a thousand pounds of weight under his feet, and every step was extremely difficult.

After finally walking in front of Koz, he opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but swallowed the words back.

After a long while, he stuttered and said, "I'm...sorry! Koz." His voice was weak, with a hint of nervousness and embarrassment, his face was slightly flushed, and he seemed a little uncomfortable.

ps: Ok, the additional update has been completed.

Chapter 239: Debate on the God-Emperor; Clarks Arrives (8k)

Near the tower, a gentle breeze blew by. The figures of the Emperor and Xi had long disappeared, leaving only this slightly empty space, as if they had never stayed here.

Koz was very generous and forgave Luo Jia.

"Thank you, my returning brother, for forgiving me despite past grudges."

Luo Jia's voice was filled with excitement and sincerity. He walked quickly to Coze and handed him a beautifully bound book with both hands. "I give you the 'Sacred Words' that I wrote myself as a gift."

As he spoke, he stuffed the book into Koz's arms, his eyes full of anticipation, as if he wanted Koz to open it and read it immediately.

Koz took it subconsciously, but felt a little regretful.

Now that his abilities have been sealed by the Emperor, his previous ability to see into the fate of others has also disappeared. He is unable to know what the future of his brother will be.

Midnight Haunter looked down at the "Sacred Words" in his hand, his fingers gently stroking the cover.

"Luojia, don't hand over your self-righteous things to our newly returned brothers." A loud voice suddenly sounded, breaking the brief silence.

Dorn strode over, his eyes firm and serious. He walked straight to Curze and snatched the "Holy Words" from his hand.

"How can this be self-righteous?"

Luo Jia's emotions instantly became excited. He took a step forward, waving his hands as if trying to take back the "Record of the Sacred Words". "This is what I racked my brains to write every day. The appearance of this book will be enough to let everyone know His great achievements in the future!"

There was a hint of anxiety and unwillingness in Luo Jia's voice. He hated that his masterpiece was slandered without reason.