Forced to die just after becoming invincible in Warhammer?

The battle axe was packed with powerful energy and was about to hit Koz.

However, Koze seemed to have eyes on his back. At the moment when the battle axe was about to fall, he turned around suddenly, grabbed the Astartes' arm, and squeezed it hard. With a "crack", the arm was broken.

Before the Astartes could scream, Curze's other hand had already penetrated his chest and easily pulled out his beating heart.

"With such little ability, you dare to go to the Three Mountains to be my enemy." Coze threw the heart in his hand, which was still dripping with blood, to the other Astartes. The heart fell at the feet of an Astartes, splashing a pool of blood.

The remaining Astartes looked at this bloody scene, and the fear in their hearts completely consumed them. Some of them even began to tremble, and the weapons in their hands fell unconsciously.

Curze glanced at the fear-ridden Astartes and said coldly, "You were meant to be the continuation of my power, yet you chose to side with darkness, betraying me and the true justice of Nostramo. Today is your end."

The Primarch rushed into the crowd again, launching a new round of even more frenzied massacre.

This battle, which was without any suspense, gradually came to an end under the crushing power of Curze, and the darkness of Nostramo seemed to begin to tremble slightly in Curze's anger.

Seeing the dark shadow of Koze approaching like the god of death, the remaining Astartes could no longer bear the fear in their hearts and turned around and ran away.

They were in a panic and had no idea where to go, as if the most terrifying demon from hell was chasing them.

“…” Koz really didn’t expect such a scene to happen, and he was stunned for a second.

He never imagined that the Astartes created by his genes would be so afraid of death.

Here in the dark streets of Nostramo, he had seen it firsthand.

The gene seeds used by these Astartes all came from Curze himself, but now they are so cowardly.

Koz didn't chase after him immediately, but looked around quickly.

Fortunately, he secretly thanked his lucky stars that his brothers and sisters did not come with him. If they had witnessed this scene, they would have laughed at him to death.

This will definitely make me a laughing stock for the rest of my life.

After a brief thought, Koz snorted coldly, and his figure flashed like a black lightning, chasing after the fleeing Astartes.

He moved freely in the darkness, and with his excellent tracking ability, he caught up with the fugitives one after another.

Every time someone is caught up, the hunt ends in an instant.

The nails of his hands turned into deadly weapons, ruthlessly reaping the lives of the Astartes in front of their horrified gazes.

The desperate screams of the Astartes echoed in the streets again, accompanied by the cold figure of Curze. This bloody chase and hunt took place in the dark corners of Nostramo.

After dealing with the last fleeing Astartes, Curze stood there, and silence returned to the surroundings.

Midnight Ghost looked down at his bloody hands. Blood dripped from his fingertips and gathered into a small pool of crimson on the ground.

At this moment, he was like a Shura walking out of a sea of ​​blood and hell, exuding a chilling aura.

This slaughter was just the tip of the iceberg of Nostramo's dark reign.

The Primarch looked up at the sky, which was always shrouded in haze, as if telling him the endless suffering of this planet.

"This is just the beginning." He murmured softly, his voice was small but full of determination.

Chapter 341 Which is more popular: rule by fear or rule by aristocracy?

After hearing the report from his servants, the Earl with Tattoo became furious.

He waved his hands and slammed the head of the person who was reporting out of control.

With a dull thud, the man's head exploded like a watermelon, with brains and blood splattered all over the ground.

"Hmph, well, it seems I really need to take action myself and execute him." The Tattooed Earl said gritting his teeth, with a fierce and resentful light flashing in his eyes.

He strode forward and walked straight towards the weapons table.

There was a gun on the stage, a powerful weapon he had received as a gift after collaborating with the Mechanicus to mine metal ores on the local planet.

This gun had a peculiar shape, and the gun body emitted a cold metallic luster. It was engraved with complex and strange runes, as if telling of the terrifying power it contained.

I heard from those mechanical heads that this weapon is a product of the Dark Ages and can directly turn any existence into atomic state regardless of defense.

The Tattooed Count reached out and grasped the crushing gun, feeling its heavy texture, and a cruel smile slowly appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Conrad Curze, your time of death has come."

He cursed under his breath, his eyes filled with confidence and murderous intent.

In his opinion, with this crushing gun, he would have enough confidence to compete with Koz and even kill him.

After everything was ready, the Tattooed Earl, along with a group of guards, marched towards where Koz was. A fierce showdown was about to begin.

The Tattooed Count led his guards forward aggressively. Along the way, he kept instilling hatred and fear of Koze into his men, trying to boost morale.

But the guards looked at the pulverizer in the earl's hand, which exuded a mysterious and dangerous aura, with awe and trepidation in their hearts. They knew very well that they were about to face an extremely powerful Primarch.

Meanwhile, Curze had arrived at the place where the flames shot up into the sky. It was a small market where a group of thugs were looting wantonly. People were running around, their cries and pleas for mercy intertwined.

A flash of anger flashed in Koz's eyes, and he rushed into the crowd without hesitation.

His figure shuttled among the thugs, and every attack was accompanied by screams and splattering blood, like the god of death in the dark reaping lives.

Soon, most of the thugs had fallen at Coze's feet. The remaining few, seeing this, collapsed to the ground in fear, begging for mercy.

Just as Koz was about to ask, he suddenly felt a strong murderous intent coming from behind.

He turned around suddenly and saw that the Tattooed Count and his guards had arrived. The pulverizer gun in the Count's hand was pointed at him, and the black muzzle seemed to want to swallow him.

"Conrad Coates, you can't escape today!" The tattooed earl shouted loudly, his eyes full of pride and madness.

"Don't worry, I will make good use of your body after you die. I will use your body to cultivate more gene seeds, so that your life will not be in vain."

The guards beside him also raised their weapons and surrounded Koz.

Curze glanced at the enemies around him. These were all Astartes who had not been properly trained.

He was sure that to deal with the guards brought by the Tattooed Earl, he would only need the mortal auxiliary troops of the First or Thirteenth Legion.

Not even Astartes.

The more he looked at the moment, the more question marks appeared in his head: "This is a crooked thing."

Without further ado, the Tattooed Count pulled the trigger of his pulverizer gun. A dazzling and deadly beam of energy shot out instantly, rushing towards Curze with the momentum of destroying everything.

Koz's eyes caught it in microseconds, and he was calm and dodged the attack easily with a ghostly flash.

The energy beam hit the building nearby, causing a violent explosion. The building collapsed and raised a cloud of dust.

"Is that all you can do?" Coze scoffed loudly amidst the smoke and dust. The Tattooed Count's face darkened, and he raised his pulverizer gun again, firing continuously.

Energy beams shot towards Coze like raindrops. Coze dodged flexibly in the hail of bullets and quickly approached the direction of the Tattooed Count.

Seeing this, the guards rushed forward and tried to stop Koz.

Koz, however, was like an empty space. He flashed and his hands turned into sharp blades, knocking down the approaching guards one by one.

In the blink of an eye, most of the guards were killed or wounded. Seeing the situation was not good, the Earl with the Tattooed Face was a little panicked, but he still gritted his teeth and continued to shoot.

Just as Koz was about to rush to the Tattooed Count, one of the Count's guards tried his best to pounce on Koz from the side and tried to grab his legs.

Koz snorted coldly and kicked the guard away, but this momentary delay gave the Tattooed Count an opportunity.

He fired an even more powerful energy beam at Curze at close range.

Koz couldn't dodge in time and could only raise his arms to block.

The energy beam hit his arm, emitting a dazzling light and a "sizzling" sound.

Curze groaned, the muscles on his arms were burnt, revealing his white bones, but this only made the Primarch even angrier.

"It seems I haven't killed enough people before to make you think you can kill me with a broken gun."

Regardless of the injury on his arm, Koz pounced on the Tattooed Earl like a tiger.

The Tattooed Count widened his eyes in horror and wanted to shoot again, but found that Coze had come to him, snatched the crushing gun and threw it to the ground.

"No!" The Tattooed Count shouted in despair. Without this gun, he really wanted to skin Coze alive and leave him without even the ability to resist.

Curze grabbed him by the throat and lifted him up into the air. "Now, it's your turn to pay for your crimes."

Koz's voice was icy cold, like a sentence from hell.

The Tattooed Count struggled, trying to pry Coze's hands apart with his hands and kicking his feet in the air, but it was all in vain.

When the guards around saw this, some were so scared that they turned around and ran away, while others stood there in a daze, at a loss as to what to do.

Koz mercilessly stripped off the tattooed earl's armor. At this moment, the earl had lost the outer shell that symbolized power and majesty, and was trembling like a lamb to be slaughtered.

Koz's eyes were full of coldness and determination. He wanted to give this guy who committed numerous evil deeds on Nostramo the most basic punishment, first skinning him and then pulling out his tendons.

In the eyes of the Midnight Haunter, letting him die so quickly was too easy for him.

Coze had already pictured the subsequent scene in his mind. After skinning the body, he would hang the mutilated body up for public display, letting the people of Nostramo see what the consequences of associating with darkness and evil would be.

After all, the evil deeds this guy has done are too numerous to list. No, all the people in Nostramo are guilty, but this guy has committed the most and the biggest crimes.

Curze couldn't help but think of what he had seen and heard when he returned from his training on Macragge.

In Macragge, people's livelihood is very good, people live and work in peace and contentment, social order is well-organized, and the law is fair and effectively enforced.

Compared to that place, Nostramo was hell.

People like the Tattooed Count would be beaten to death by the people if they did such a thing in Macragge.

Koz slowly pulled out the nail that had long been stained red with blood. The sharp nail flashed a strange light in the dim light.

The count stared at Qi Bashiba with his big eyes in horror and begged for mercy incoherently, but Coze turned a deaf ear to him.

"You're running amok on this planet. Didn't you hear me tell you there are no such nobles when I left?"

Koz's voice was low and cold, as if it came from the Netherworld.

The original body's five fingers gently fell on the tattooed earl's skin, slowly cutting a hole, and blood gushed out instantly.

The count let out a shrill scream, and the sound echoed in the dark area, as if it was a wail and confession for the crimes he had committed.

As the sharp finger pressure went deeper, the tattooed count's screams became more and more shrill, which seemed particularly terrifying in the dim and depressing atmosphere of Nostramo.

Koz's hands were very steady. He separated the skin and muscles bit by bit along the cut.

Blood gushed out, splashing on Koz's body and feet, dyeing the ground crimson.

"You once enjoyed the abuse of sadomasochism. Did you ever imagine this day would come?"

Koz asked coldly as he moved.

The Tattooed Count could no longer respond except for screaming in pain. His body was shaking violently, and his eyes were full of fear and despair.

The skinning process was long and cruel, and every minute and every second was endless torture for the Earl of Tattoo.

Finally, when a large piece of human skin was completely peeled off, the Tattooed Count was already dying, and only the slightly rising and falling chest proved that he was still alive.

Curze didn't stop there, he immediately prepared to start cramping, he inserted the skinning knife into the place where the muscle and tendon connected, and moved it precisely.

Every time he exerted force, the Tattooed Earl would twitch and whimper in pain.

Coze was very skilled, and this was not the first time he had carried out such a cruel punishment. In the dark history of Nostramo, evil people like the Count Tattooed were never punished with death.

"I didn't understand at first. Why did you think you could kill me with just a gun? If it was that easy to kill me, then what was the point of you kneeling down and kowtowing to me before?"

Koz continued what he was doing, his tone showing no mercy.

As the tendons were pulled out one by one, the Tattooed Earl's legs completely lost their strength and collapsed to the ground, leaving only a faint gasp.

After completing the cramping, Curze used the tendons that had become Astartes to hang the half-dead Count Tattooed high up.

The Earl's body, covered in blood and torn flesh, swayed gently in the wind like a twisted puppet.

A number of Nostramo residents gradually gathered around. Initially, they watched with fear, but as they realized the once-powerful Count Tattooed had been severely punished, a complex mix of emotions gradually ignited in their eyes: fear, relief, but not a shred of hope.

Curze stood below, looking up at the hanging Count Tattoo, and said loudly to the people: "Nostramo's dark rule will collapse from today. Anyone who does evil will receive the punishment he deserves, just like him!"

The people listened quietly. Although they did not dare to cheer, the shock and touch in their hearts had already planted the seeds of change in this dark land.

Well, for the people of Nostramo, the reign of terror brought by the Night Haunter Curze was indeed not flawless in their hearts.

After all, fear is always there, and life is filled with tension and anxiety.

However, when they compared Curze's rule with the actions of this group of nobles, they were surprised to find that Curze's rule of fear seemed "very advanced and very humane."

The nobles only knew how to pursue pleasure and exploit the lower classes. Their evil deeds were unscrupulous, making the people live between the feeling of being on fire and frozen.

Life is as fragile as an ant, and everything is trampled upon wantonly.

In contrast, although Koz's rule of fear used fear as a means, it maintained order to a certain extent and curbed some more serious crimes.

At least under Koz's deterrence, ordinary people will not suffer cruel persecution for no reason at any time and place as they did under the rule of the aristocracy.