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She bent down to pick up the clothes scattered on the ground and began to put them on in an orderly manner.

First, he put on the close-fitting underwear lining, the delicate fabric fits the skin well, then he put on the inner armor to add a layer of protection for the body, and finally he put on the heavy armor neatly, every movement was skillful and smooth.

After getting dressed, she breathed a sigh of relief, glanced at Aurora who was still sleeping, turned around and quietly left the room.

After Hui Le dressed neatly, he tiptoed out of the room and closed the door, fearing that he would wake up Aurora who was still sleeping.

She walked along the narrow passage, the metal floor making a slight sound under her feet.

The battleship was filled with a faint smell of engine oil mixed with the unique scent of metal, a smell she was very familiar with.

When she arrived near the bridge, she found that Jonson was talking seriously with several senior Dark Angels commanders.

Hui Le's heart moved, and he guessed that this might be related to the urgent matter that Zhuang Sen had dealt with when he hurriedly left last night.

She did not rush forward to disturb him, but stood quietly aside, waiting for the right opportunity.

After giving his orders, Zhuang Sen calmly glanced at the senior generals beside him, signaling them to withdraw first.

The Dark Angels were well-trained and understood the instructions instantly. They turned around in unison and left in an orderly manner with steady steps.

Huile walked briskly up to Zhuang Sen and said straight to the point, "Zhuang Sen, the warship shook last night. Although the amplitude was extremely slight, I still noticed it. Are you aware of this?"

Zhuang Sen nodded slightly, his expression calm as water. He responded methodically, "Well, the warship encountered some problems while moving forward. There was an obstacle ahead. I immediately dispatched a company of troops to deal with it. Fortunately, the obstacle was quickly cleared."

Huile frowned slightly, looked straight at Zhuangsen, and then said, "Zhuangsen, you have to know that the room you arranged for us is extremely simple. It's empty, there's nothing in it, not even a bed."

Zhuang Sen remained calm, nodded, and patiently explained, "This is perfectly normal. It stems from the self-discipline of the Caliban knights. On Caliban, such harsh conditions are considered a form of training. I myself often actively experience such situations."

The words came to Zhuang Sen's lips, but he swallowed some of them.

After all, when he first landed in Caliban, he was placed directly in the vast forest of Caliban and experienced a long and difficult test of survival in the wild.

In comparison, the lack of a bed in the room was not really something unbearable.

When Hui Le heard this, he was speechless for a moment, and complained in his heart: How can this be called chivalrous self-discipline? It's clearly self-abuse!

After all, I should be treated as a guest, why should I suffer this?

But in the end, he still forced himself to swallow these complaints (Part 2) back into his stomach, and just shook his head helplessly.

Huile took a deep breath, trying to calm the frustration and dissatisfaction in his heart, and said, "Jonson, I understand that every planet has its own unique traditions and rules, but we are not knights of Caliban after all. It is indeed difficult for us to adapt to such accommodation conditions. Can you see if you can improve them slightly so that everyone can rest better? After all, a good rest is also crucial for discussing important matters later."

Zhuang Sen pondered for a moment and said slowly, "Huile, what you said is not without reason. It's just that the traditions of Caliban are deeply rooted in my heart, and it's difficult to change my inherent thinking at once. However, since you have proposed it, I will consider making some appropriate adjustments without violating the core principles."

Seeing Zhuang Sen's attitude soften, Hui Le felt a little relieved. A smile appeared on his face, and he said, "That's good. In fact, everyone cherishes this opportunity to get together to discuss matters, and doesn't want these trivial matters to affect their mood. I believe that after the situation improves, everyone will be able to devote themselves more wholeheartedly to the discussion of legion affairs.

"Next, we are about to head to Koz's home planet. Our brother's home planet is Nostramo. How much do you know about it?" Hui Le asked.

"It's a place of cruelty, brutality, and total lack of order, where life and everything in the world are treated as playthings," said the lion.

Huile continued, "Nostramo, from what I heard from other brothers, this is a planet tightly wrapped in thick dust and pollution, dark and cold.

Severe atmospheric pollution, coupled with solar eclipses caused by synchronization with the orbit of the satellite Tenebo, keeps the entire planet in perpetual darkness all year round.

There are five major cities on Nostramo, from Nostramo Prime to Nostramo Quintus, each of which has built an independently operated industrial system.

However, the local society is corrupt, criminal activities are rampant, gangs and various forces are wantonly stirring up trouble, bringing endless turmoil.

Apart from the bloody purges and harsh decrees used by the aristocracy to consolidate their rule, there is almost no real law here.

The vast majority of the people are foundry workers struggling to survive in abject poverty, while the powerful oppress and persecute those who dare to resist.

It is said that the local language has evolved into a language full of hissing tones and sharp runes, hiding the sinister and twisted poetry of murderers.

Having been in an environment of darkness, corruption, and despair for a long time, Nostramo culture is also deeply tainted with decadence and despair.

The lion listened quietly and was very satisfied with Hui Le's performance.

This Primarch, whom some people jokingly called the Sigillite, truly made him happy.

There are even rumors that if the Emperor chooses a Warmaster, she is very likely to become his right-hand man.

"From Curze's style, I can roughly imagine the customs of his home planet. But after hearing your description, I feel that Curze has become more restrained. Is he hiding something even crazier?"

Zhuang Sen said suspiciously.

In Zhuangsen's opinion, Coze always seemed to give him a feeling that he could be even crazier.

After all, there are only two Queen of Glory ships left in the First Legion's Queen of Glory fleet. Each of them is the core force of the Imperial Fleet. If Curze causes any more trouble, it will be a big trouble.

Even the lion couldn't help but pray secretly, hoping that Koz would not cause any unmanageable chaos on the battleship this time.

Huile frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and then said, "Coz has always been an elusive person. His behavior and way of thinking often go beyond our understanding. An environment like Nostramo could indeed breed a more extreme side. However, the main purpose of our visit this time is to strengthen cooperation and communication between the legions and jointly explore strategies to deal with the current situation. I hope he can put the overall situation first."

Zhuang Sen nodded slightly, a hint of worry still in his eyes. "That being said, you and I both know Curze's character. Nostramo means a lot to him. No one knows what emotions and actions will be triggered in him when he returns there. We must be prepared for various situations in advance and cannot let this trip become irreversible because of him."

"Uh." Aurora woke up slowly, but found that Huile beside her was nowhere to be seen.

She lazily got up from the bed, stretched herself, and then began to put on her clothes in an orderly manner.

First put on the close-fitting underwear and inner armor, and then carefully put on the heavy armor piece by piece.

"Oh, come on, there's not even a mirror in this room. This arrangement is so inconsiderate..."

Aurora muttered as she casually pulled at her long, snow-white hair with her hands, pushing it all back.

After she finished dressing, she pushed the door open and walked out.

As soon as he came out, he saw Guilliman who looked a little depressed.

"Did you not sleep well last night?" Aurora asked with concern.

Guilliman raised his hand to rub his sleepy eyes and said helplessly, "I had some unpleasant dreams last night, and I couldn't fall asleep after that. Maybe I'm not used to sleeping on the deck."

"Last night was different for me. Huile brought her bed with her, and I slept soundly while holding her." Aurora smiled slightly and then asked, "But what I'm most curious about is, what kind of dream did you have? It actually caused you to lose sleep."

"Yes..." Guilliman was about to speak, but suddenly came to his senses and thought to himself that something was wrong.

If the content of this dream were to be told to others, it would be a big trouble.

The "Second Empire", the "Emperor II", and the scene where the Emperor, the Regent and other Primarchs knelt before him, such things must not be uttered a single word.

Just when he didn't know how to answer, Koz and Corax happened to come out of their respective rooms.

Aurora's attention was instantly drawn to her. Seeing this, Guilliman secretly breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had escaped a disaster.

"How was it? Did you sleep well?" Aurora asked Corax with a smile.

Corax smiled wryly and said with emotion, "Just think of it as a memory of those difficult times. I can still adapt to it."

At this time, Koz, who was standing by, said indifferently, "I don't care about any of this. It doesn't matter where I sleep."

After saying this, he crossed his arms over his chest, his eyes revealing a hint of unruliness.

Aurora shook her head slightly and said jokingly, "You two really have different mindsets. But honestly, these accommodations are a bit beyond my expectations. I hope things will be better in Nostramo."

Corax nodded and said, "We've all heard about Nostramo's situation. We just hope there aren't too many unexpected situations."

Curz sneered, "Huh, accident? In Nostramo, accidents are the norm. Maybe when you get there, you'll find that this iron room is quite comfortable."

His words carried a hint of "pride" in the unique chaos of his home planet, while also hinting at a hint of mockery about the unknown that everyone was about to face.

Aurora raised an eyebrow and looked at Coze, asking with a hint of curiosity, "So, Nostramo is a place where even a bed is considered a luxury? Don't keep us in suspense. Tell us how special it is."

A strange smile curled up the corners of Coz's mouth, an elusive light flashed in his eyes. He slowly said, "Nostramo? It's a world of darkness and chaos, shrouded in eternal night and pervasive pollution. There, life is worthless, and people will fight to the death for a bite of food. Gangs are rampant in the city, and the law is nothing more than a toy for the strong. The weak can only survive in dark corners."

Corax frowned slightly and continued, "It sounds pretty much like what's been rumored. It's no wonder such a chaotic environment fostered such a social atmosphere. But as the Primarch, you should have made some changes to Nostramo, right?"

Curze snorted coldly and said disdainfully, "Change? How easy is that? Although I am the Primarch, the stubborn illness of Nostramo is deeply rooted. All I can do is use fear to maintain a superficial order. Those criminals and gangs will tremble in fear in the darkness as soon as they hear my name."

Aurora thought for a moment and said, "Rule by fear is not a long-term solution. Perhaps if we go together this time, we can find a better way to help Nostramo get back on track."

Coze glanced at Aurora. "Just you? Don't be naive. Nostramo is already terminally ill. If you go there, you'd better put away your so-called justice and order, otherwise, you will only be swallowed by darkness."

After hearing Curze's description of Nostramo, Guilliman's desire to win was instantly ignited.

Although he had heard of it before, deep down he didn't want to believe that Nostramo was as dark as Curze said.

After all, as a staunch idealist, Guilliman ruled millions of planets with his own ideas and created 500 well-ordered worlds. In his eyes, any planet should have the possibility of moving towards light and prosperity.

At this moment, Guilliman was very interested in the planet Nostramo.

What kind of environment created such a chaotic situation?

In his opinion, perhaps Nostramo is the next challenge and opportunity for him to realize his greater ideals.

He firmly believed that with his own governance, he would be able to get Nostramo back on track, and this was his brother's home planet.

Thinking of this, Guilliman's eyes became more determined, as if he had already seen the new look of Nostramo in the future.

Chapter 338: The Messenger of Justice is Konrad Dekoz?

Nostramo, as everyone has said, is undoubtedly a dark, cruel planet where evil thoughts are hard to suppress.

In this land shrouded in eternal night, sin grows wildly like weeds, endlessly.

Although it is the home planet of the Primarch, one of the twenty special existences chosen by the Lord of Mankind from hundreds of millions of planets, it is full of outrageous scenes.

The family of the Count Tattooed lives in the second tallest and most magnificent building on the planet, and the first and most magnificent building naturally belongs to the Primarch.

The exterior of the Earl's fortress was actually decorated with flesh and blood, and the pink color of the flesh was shocking.

From inside the fortress, screams were heard one after another.

"What a bummer! She died before I could have enough fun." The Tattooed Earl sat lazily on the throne carefully decorated with human skin. With a look of disgust on his face, he kicked the corpse of the beautiful woman lying at his feet down the stairs.

The beautiful body rolled all the way down, and the servants of the Tattooed Family were trembling with fear, their bodies shaking uncontrollably, but they had no choice but to stand firm.

"Go, put arms where his legs are, and replace the arms with legs." The tattooed earl casually pointed at a servant who was trembling like a sieve and gave a cold order.

The other servants had no choice but to act according to orders.

"I have to say, I've been tired of this limb-swapping game for a long time, but now it's really boring, so I took it out and rewatched it." The Tattooed Earl supported his head with one hand and said with a bored look on his face.

At this moment, his body already took on the form of an Astarte.

After all, in this world, no one, or no existence, is more afraid of death than these nobles.

When they learned that the Astartes were more powerful, had more vitality and a longer lifespan, they set their sights on Curze without hesitation.

Driven by interests, those mechanical priests colluded with these nobles. After all, this kind of business was what they were best at.

After a while, the servant's screams gradually stopped. He had been cut into a human stick, and then became a horrible appearance that was neither human nor ghost.

The servant, who had been tortured beyond recognition, was covered in blood, his limbs twisted together, and his remaining breath was as weak as a candle in the wind.

His eyes were empty and lifeless, and his mouth made indistinct whimpers, as if he was desperately accusing the inhumane torture.

The Tattooed Count looked at the "work" in front of him without any pity on his face, but instead showed a hint of morbid satisfaction.

He waved his hand, signaling his servants to drag the mutilated body away.

"Throw him outside and let those untouchables see that this is the consequence of disobedience." The Tattooed Earl ordered coldly.

At the bottom of the planet, there was an even more desperate scene. In the narrow, dark streets filled with the stench of decay, ragged people wandered around like the walking dead.

They were emaciated, their eyes filled with fear and numbness. The children were pale and skinny, their bodies covered in dirt and scars, searching through the garbage for anything they could eat.

Even a piece of moldy bread could trigger a bloody fight.

The streets are lined with dilapidated shanties, and many houses are crumbling under the erosion of pollution and harsh environment.

Here, diseases are rampant, there is a shortage of medical care and medicine, and once people fall ill, they can only wait silently for death to come.

Some frail old people and patients lay on beds full of holes, unattended, and cried out in pain, but the people around them had long been numb to it because they themselves were struggling on the brink of life and death.

Especially in the factory areas, workers toiled day and night under extremely harsh conditions.

The machines in the factory roared, and the air was filled with pungent smoke and dust, but there were no protective measures.

Under the whip of the supervisors, the laborers dragged their exhausted bodies and engaged in high-intensity physical labor.

If you slack off even a little, you will be beaten severely.

Their hands were covered with calluses and wounds from long-term labor. Their clothes were soaked with sweat and blood, sticking to the wounds. Every movement was accompanied by excruciating pain.

On the edge of the city, there is a huge garbage dump filled with all kinds of waste and rotting corpses.

Scavengers risk infection as they sift through the garbage for items they can exchange for a meager amount of food.

It is common to see people collapsing in garbage dumps after accidentally ingesting toxic substances. Their companions around them just look at them indifferently and continue to look for their own "treasures", as if life is worthless here.

Shen was one of them. He was thin and haggard, but his eyes were burning with unyielding anger.

"The Night Haunter won't let you go!" He roared in the direction of the Tattooed Count, his voice echoing in the dark streets. "When he returns, he will spread terror to you again, you noble worms! You have despicably stolen all of Nostramo's resources. When the Night Haunter returns, he will peel off your skin piece by piece, just like before!"

Shen knew that in this dark and gloomy Nostramo, the evil deeds of the nobles were too numerous to list, and he and countless other people at the bottom of society had long been suffering in this endless misery.