Forced to die just after becoming invincible in Warhammer?

Aurora was as fast as lightning. She punched the man who was rushing towards her and instantly blew his head off. Hot blood and small skull fragments splashed out.

Then, she took advantage of the situation and punched the other person's head accurately. With a little force, she crushed his head into pieces, and his brains splattered everywhere.

Then, she rushed directly towards the crowd. Her strong body was like an unstoppable war machine. Wherever she went, a group of people were smashed to pieces, limbs flew everywhere, and screams rang out one after another.

The thugs who rushed towards her were as fragile as ants in front of her and could not cause her any harm at all.

Aurora roamed freely among the crowd, leaving a mess wherever she went.

Those thugs who were originally aggressive fell one after another in the face of her absolute power, and fear began to spread among the crowd.

A few timid ones, seeing that the situation was not good, turned around and tried to run away.

Aurora would never let them go easily. She rushed forward, grabbed the ankle of a fleeing person, and threw him out like a sack. The person's body drew an arc in the air and fell heavily on a group of people, knocking them down in an instant.

"You are a bunch of ignorant people, how dare you attack me!" Aurora said as she continued to attack.

Every punch and kick she threw was accompanied by the sound of bones breaking and screams.

At this time, Guilliman and the other Primarchs watched Aurora's battle from the side, feeling helpless.

Unfortunately, Aurora was already enraged, and with her personality, it was difficult for her to stop immediately.

"3 minutes, 180 seconds, this is too slow for the Primarch." Hui Le said coldly, with a hint of disgust in his eyes.

At this moment, Aurora dealt with the last thug. The whole scene was dead silent. There was not a single intact corpse. The ground was littered with limbs that had been smashed to pieces by her violent force. The smell of blood filled the air, making people sick.

Aurora turned her head and looked at Huile with amusement, raising her eyebrows. "Why, do you think you can be faster? How about you do this kind of work next time?"

As she spoke, she shook the blood off her hands, looking nonchalant, as if she had just crushed a few insignificant bugs. But in her heart, she began to regret why she had rejected the Primarch's guards and followed her.

Now all the original subjects have no guards around them. Although it is impossible to protect the original body, it can indeed provide some help at this moment.

Guilliman walked forward and looked at the tragic scene, feeling helpless.

"Well, now is not the time to argue about this," Guilliman said seriously. "We must continue to move forward, understand the situation here, and see how much of this chaos there is. Also, we must find Curze as soon as possible. I wonder how things are going on over there."

Corax nodded silently. He bent down to examine the wreckage on the ground, then stood up and said, "Judging from their equipment and behavior, they must be a mob driven by the nobles. It seems that the nobles of Nostramo have resorted to any means necessary to maintain their rule."

The Lord of Ravens immediately concluded that this must be the fault of the nobles, and it must be the nobles of Northcramo who were behind it.

Zhuang Sen frowned, looking at the shadowy buildings in the darkness in the distance. "So what should we do next? If we continue like this blindly, I'm afraid we'll encounter more attacks like this."

Guilliman pondered for a moment and said, "We can no longer react passively like this. We must first find a place and someone to fully understand the distribution of power and ruling methods of the nobles. Only by knowing ourselves and the enemy can we better help the people of Nostramo."

Everyone nodded in agreement, then walked around the wreckage on the ground and headed towards a relatively quiet area of ​​town.

On the other side, in the darkness shrouded by the eternal night, a figure shuttled through the shadows like a ghost, just like a bat hiding in the dark, moving forward silently.

That was Coz.

He came back, full of anger and determination.

Before his brothers and sisters arrived at the very heart of Nostramo, he resolved to single-handedly cleanse the land he loathed.

After all, some places on this planet were truly disgusting. Those corrupt, degenerate, and inhumane animals were like sharp thorns that deeply hurt him.

He was furious and wanted to skin and cramp him again, no, that was too light for some people.

Koz was agile, swiftly passing through the dark streets, his eyes flashing with a cold light, like a judge from hell.

Wherever he passed, even the air seemed to freeze, and a murderous atmosphere filled the air.

Every dark corner and every breeding ground for evil cannot escape his eyes.

At this moment, he is the embodiment of fear in the darkness of Nostramo, and is about to bring ruthless punishment to those who do evil.

Suddenly, Curze, the Primarch respected as the "Grand Justice", stopped abruptly.

Then, he slowly dispersed the shadowy spiritual energy that followed him like a shadow. He, who had just been hiding in the darkness, now walked out openly and without any cover.

At that moment, the words Guilliman had taught him echoed in his mind: "In Ultramar, judges need to judge within the fair framework of the law and under the fair gaze of all people."

Curze realized that as the Primarch of Nostramo and the nominal master of the planet, he should abide by certain principles of justice.

Moreover, according to Nostramo's already twisted laws, it was not a crime for him to punish anyone.

After all, in his eyes, few people living on this planet can be considered good people.

No matter who he attacks, he will not feel the slightest bit of guilt.

At this moment, Koz exuded a terrifying majesty, and his eyes were like cold blades, sweeping across everything around him.

He no longer intended to act covertly like a ghost, but decided to carry out his "purification" of Nostramo in a more open and direct manner.

It was as if announcing to all the sins on this dark planet that the time of judgment had come.

Chapter 340: Whose skinning technique is the best?

Koz strode down the street, and his appearance instantly quieted the noisy crowd around him.

Those people looked at Koz, and a trace of fear flashed in their eyes, which was then replaced by suspicion and unwillingness.

After all, in Nostramo, power and violence, sin and crime, are the prevailing rules, and they are not used to this so-called "fair trial" style of doing things.

"You scum!" Curze's voice echoed in the deadly silent streets, as loud and intimidating as a bell. "On this planet, you act recklessly, taking pleasure in the suffering of others, and writing your so-called life with blood and sin. Today, I, the Night Lord, the Inquisitor of Nostramo, will judge you!"

Someone in the crowd couldn't hold back any longer. A burly, fleshy-faced man rushed towards Koze, brandishing a long knife and shouting, "What trial? You're just trying to show off! I'm not afraid of you!"

The corners of Koz's mouth rose slightly, revealing a hint of disdainful sneer.

His figure flashed, so fast that it was almost invisible, and he arrived in front of the strong man in an instant.

Before the strong man could react, Koz's hand had already gripped his throat tightly like an iron clamp and lifted him up high.

"You see, this is what you call courage? It's just ignorant bravery."

Koz said coldly, gradually increasing the strength in his hands.

The sturdy man's face turned red instantly, his legs struggled desperately in the air, and the long knife in his hand fell to the ground with a "clang".

When the people around saw this, some showed fear and wanted to sneak away; others were hopeful and waited to see how the situation would develop, thinking that maybe someone could stop Koz.

"Don't move! Whoever dares to run will be the next one!" Koz shouted loudly, scanning the crowd with his sharp eyes.

The Primarch's pressure caused those who were trying to escape to freeze in their tracks, not daring to move.

Koz threw the dead man in his hand away as if he were throwing away a piece of tattered garbage.

"Now, I want you to stand up one by one and confess your crimes. If you tell even a single lie or try to cover up anything, you will suffer the same fate as him!"

Koz pointed at the corpse on the ground, his eyes full of unquestionable determination.

There was a commotion in the crowd. Everyone looked at each other, but no one dared to step forward.

Coze's brow furrowed, the murderous intent in his eyes growing stronger. "What? You don't dare admit it? Then I'll pick someone randomly."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and pointed at a thin man in the crowd.

The thin man was so scared that his face turned pale, his legs went limp, and he collapsed to the ground.

"No... no, sir, I didn't do anything bad! I... I'm just a small-time thug. I usually just steal things. I wouldn't dare do anything else!"

The thin man said in a trembling voice with a cold air.

"Stealing? Isn't stealing considered a crime in Nostramo?"

Curze roared, "Here, even the smallest crime eats away at this planet like a cancer. Every one of you contributes to the spread of this darkness!"

The Midnight Ghost walked towards the thin man step by step. Every step seemed to step on everyone's heart, making their hearts tremble.

Just as Koz was about to walk up to the thin man, suddenly, a noisy sound came from the other end of the street.

A group of people holding torches rushed towards this side aggressively.

Leading the group was a man dressed in gorgeous clothes and wearing a tall crown. He was surrounded by a group of guards armed with weapons.

"Koz, Nostramo is no longer the same as when you left. What gives you the right to act so recklessly here? Nostramo is not under your control alone!"

The man shouted loudly, his tone full of provocation and arrogance.

This person is the confidant of the Count Tattooed. He now possesses the power of Astartes and does not take Curze seriously at all.

Curze turned and looked at the uninvited guests, a cold smile flashing in his eyes. "That's perfect. It saves me from having to hunt down all of you nobles one by one. Today, I'll start with you and thoroughly settle the accounts of Nostramo's crimes!"

The powerful shadow surged around Curze once again, the darkness surging around him like a substance, and an even more intense conflict was about to break out...

I have to say, sometimes I really admire the "courage" of these guards.

They have now become Astartes, after all, the gene seed they use comes from Konrad Curze.

However, he did not have the kind of father-son affection for Koz. After all, there was no father-son affection in Nostramo. Sometimes cannibalism and father-son fratricide were already the least of their crimes.

But they do have emotions in their genes. Due to their distorted ideas, their hearts are filled with a perverted "sense of morality". They are so obsessed with the idea that they must destroy Koz. They even have a more absurd idea of ​​eating Koz, hoping to become one with him in this way.

This crazy idea may be due to the long-term dark and twisted environment of Nostramo, which has completely lost their minds.

Armed with the powerful strength created by the Koz genes, they turned their spearheads against the source of their power.

In their eyes, Curze's return and the concept of fair trial have broken the dark ruling order they have long been accustomed to, so they try to stop Curze at all costs in order to maintain the world that has long been corrupt.

At this moment, these guards surrounded their master, with fanatical and fierce light flashing in their eyes, staring at Curze, as if the Primarch in front of them was their sworn enemy.

Under normal circumstances, a few hundred armed Astartes do have the power to easily capture a planet.

However, they now wanted to go against their genetic father, Conrad Coze, which was too absurd and ridiculous in Coze's eyes.

Curze knew that if these offspring created by his genes could successfully fight against the original, the Emperor would not be so eager to search for and bring back the Primarchs.

After all, the Primarch has an irreplaceable and important position in the Emperor's grand plan.

At this moment, Night Haunter glanced coldly at the Astartes who surrounded him with a look of extreme contempt.

He slowly raised his hand, revealing his untrimmed, unusually long nails.

The nails flashed a cold light in the darkness, like the scythe of the god of death.

Then, Curze instantly rushed towards the Astartes closest to him.

With a wave of his arm, his long nails pierced through the opponent's ceramic steel armor as easily as a sharp blade. His movements were as smooth as tearing a piece of thin paper with his hands.

With a dull sound, the ceramic steel armor's so-called indestructible defense was like nothing in front of Koz and was easily penetrated.

Blood gushed out from the holes in the armor, and the Astartes fell straight down without even having time to scream.

This action of Curze was undoubtedly a blatant provocation to all the Astartes in the encirclement, and it also made them truly feel the unfathomable and terrifying power of the Father of Genes.

But these Astartes, driven by wrong ideas, did not retreat. Instead, they surrounded them more closely, with weapons in their hands flashing coldly.

"But it's more interesting. At least the vitality of this body has become stronger."

What Koz was holding in his hand was only a living head, which belonged to a guard just now.

Blood was constantly oozing from the facial features of the head, and the skin had been peeled off alive, making it look extremely terrifying.

The scene before him was undoubtedly a bloody massacre.

Those powerful Astartes seemed so vulnerable in front of this Primarch.

They didn't even have the chance to touch the corner of Koz's clothes before being slaughtered unilaterally by Koz with overwhelming force.

These Astartes, carefully trained by the Nostramo nobles, thought they could compete with Curze with their own strength, but they never expected that in Curze's eyes, they were nothing more than excellent "training tools."

Koz used the battles with them to hone his already rusty skinning skills. Every move was precise and cruel, as if he was performing a cold-blooded killing show.

Blood flowed freely in the streets, forming puddles of blood, and the bodies of the Astartes lay all over the ground.

And Koze, standing in this sea of ​​corpses and blood, was like a demon from hell. His eyes were cold and fanatical, and his hands moved without any pause, continuing to vent his anger towards these traitors and this dark world.

This one-sided massacre is still going on, and the entire street is shrouded in death and fear.

As the bloody massacre continued, the pile of Astartes corpses around Curze grew higher and higher, like a small mountain.

The air was filled with the disgusting smell of blood, which mixed with the already foul smell of Nostramo, making people feel even more depressed.

The only remaining guard's head made an indistinct whimpering sound, as if begging for mercy, or cursing.

Koz glanced coldly at the head in his hand, swung it casually, and smashed it hard against the wall next to him. The head exploded instantly, and red and white objects splattered all over the wall.

"Do you think you can disobey me with just this little power?" Koz's voice echoed in the silent area, full of anger and disdain.

For those Astartes who had not yet fallen, fear spread like a tide in their hearts, but driven by false beliefs, they still continued the siege.

Curze's figure shuttled through the crowd like a ghost, his nails like deadly blades. Wherever he went, the ceramic steel armor was shattered and the bodies of the Astartes were ruthlessly torn apart.

His movements became more and more skillful, and every move he made could accurately tear through the defense of the ceramic steel armor, bringing out large amounts of blood.

Suddenly, an Astartes took advantage of the gap in Curze's attack, gripped the power axe with both hands, and chopped at Curze's back with all his strength.