Forced to die just after becoming invincible in Warhammer?

He slowly walked towards the Immortal, and a more intense confrontation officially took place in this closed room, while the discussion outside the room continued, everyone was waiting for an answer that could break the fog.

Jonson stood before the Eternal, his arms folded across his chest, his eyes piercing like an eagle as he studied him.

Make the other person afraid to look directly at you.

After a moment's silence, he suddenly attacked with lightning speed, and before the Eternal could react, he had already untied some of the restraints on his body.

The Eternal was startled and instinctively tried to resist, but Jonson said, "Don't move. This isn't a chance for you to escape. I just want you to understand that I have enough control."

After saying this, Zhuang Sen stepped back and continued, "You possess the ability to live forever. While this might be a gift to ordinary people, it also seems to me like a shackle. Furthermore, I don't think this ability to live forever is innate. Think about it: you've experienced life and death countless times, yet you've always been manipulated by the forces behind you. You've never truly lived for yourself."

A complex emotion flashed in the eyes of the Immortal, including anger and a hint of subtle confusion.

Zhuang Sen keenly grasped this change and struck while the iron was hot, saying, "What exactly did the forces behind you make you do? Why are they so obsessed with Nostramo? Tell me, and you can break free from their control and gain true freedom."

The Immortal gritted his teeth and said, "Do you think I don't want to? But you can't even imagine their methods. If I betray them, what awaits me will be a punishment more terrible than death."

Zhuang Sen frowned slightly, realizing that the force behind the other party was by no means an ordinary one.

He slowed his tone, attempting to further dismantle the Eternals' psychological defenses. "You have seen the power of the Primarchs. As long as you tell the truth, we can protect you. You have also seen that so many Primarchs have gathered in Nostramo to end the darkness here. No force can stop us. Only by cooperating with us can you truly survive."

The Eternal remained silent for a long time, seemingly engaged in a fierce internal struggle. Finally, he slowly spoke, "They... they're a secret organization that believes in an ancient evil. They're attempting to exploit Nostramo's unique geographical location to awaken some dormant terror. I don't know what it is, but they've been planning this for a long time. I'm merely a pawn they've sent to monitor your actions."

Outside, everyone was discussing something heatedly when the door suddenly opened. Zhuang Sen emerged, his face grave. "I've uncovered some crucial information. The situation is more complex than we imagined."

Upon hearing this, everyone gathered around, their faces full of concern and tension, eagerly waiting for Zhuang Sen to tell the shocking truth.

Everyone gathered around at once, with Koz being the most eager.

Because of his recklessness during the negotiation just now, it was like he had been through a struggle session. He was scolded by his brothers and sisters one after another until he was speechless. He huddled aside like a quail, looking aggrieved.

Zhuang Sen slowly relayed the information he'd gathered from the interrogation. As soon as he finished speaking, Curze refuted him, his voice agitated. "That's impossible! I've seen prophecies before that show Nostramo will never be destroyed, and there's no chance of any evil god appearing!"

He looked at Zhuang Sen with suspicion and said firmly, "You must have failed in the interrogation and didn't get to the point. Humph, let me do it!"

Before he finished speaking, Koz, known as the Midnight Haunter, grimly flashed his sharp nails, which gleamed with a cold luster in the dim light, as if he was about to scratch bloody marks on the immortal's body in the next second to force him to tell what he believed to be the "real truth."

He was so convinced of his own prediction that he felt the information Jonson had received must be wrong.

Huile frowned and reached out to stop Coze: "Calm down, Coze. Zhuangsen's interrogation skills won't easily go wrong. Although the prophecy can give us guidance, it is not absolutely accurate. Perhaps there are variables that we haven't yet understood."

Aurora also echoed: "Yes, Coze, don't be so impulsive. Let's analyze the information that Zhuang Sen asked first. Maybe we can find something. Using force directly may not solve the problem and may even make things worse."

Although Koz was unwilling, he suppressed his anger after being persuaded by Huile and Aurora. He snorted coldly and put away his sharp nails, but his eyes were still full of suspicion. He stared at the closed door of the interrogation room, as if he wanted to see through the door to the immortal inside.

Zhuang Sen remained expressionless, and then continued, "Also, the immortal inside achieved immortality through some kind of technology."

"? Does that mean he wasn't born like Malcador?"

When Hui Le heard this, a hint of interest flashed in his eyes for a moment, but it quickly dimmed.

She knew in her heart that the power behind the immortal was mysterious and unpredictable, and the power that could master this immortality technology must have a deep foundation and strong strength.

The unknown is often accompanied by fear, and such an enemy is really tricky, so she instinctively wants to throw this "hot potato" to someone else.

"Then give him to Malcador! Say it's a belated birthday present from us Primarchs for his uncle, a fellow Eternal. After all, Malcador is the only one with immortality, and how lonely it must be."

Huile suggested, with a hint of teasing in his tone, trying to ease the tense atmosphere.

Aurora stopped talking at Huile's eye signal.

“…” Guilliman and Corax fell silent upon hearing this.

They knew in their hearts that behind this seemingly joking proposal, a huge trouble was actually being pushed onto Malcador.

"Malcador will really thank us, after all, it's such a generous gift." Koz showed a gloating expression on his face, as if he had already seen the helpless expression on Malcador's face when he received this "gift".

Zhuang Sen, on the other hand, looked indifferent. He seemed to be more focused on the information he had just obtained from the interrogation, thinking about the relationship between the forces behind it and the situation in Nostramo.

Moreover, all the brothers have a certain understanding of Hui Le. Since he doesn't want it, it means that it is really not a good thing.

Moreover, almost all the Primarchs had no good feelings towards Malcador, the so-called uncle.

Not only Malcador, but also the golden ministers around their father.

Seeing the different reactions from everyone, Huile smiled and said, "Okay, let's get serious. While handing the Eternals over to Malcador can solve a temporary problem for us, the threat to Nostramo remains. We must discuss a countermeasure to this secret organization that believes in ancient evil and seeks to awaken a terrifying existence."

After hearing this, everyone put away their different expressions.

"It's been solved. Just throw it to Malcador." Coze looked up at the sky, as if he saw the prophesied scene.

Chapter 345 Koz: Son, I need you.

"How do you feel when you welcome your own offspring for the first time?" Koz asked first, with curiosity in his eyes.

Corax also turned his gaze towards his other brothers and sisters. After all, he would soon be welcoming his own legion, and his heart was filled with anticipation and anxiety.

"I don't feel anything special. I just had a fight with those troublemakers." Zhuang Sen said calmly.

Coze didn't even look at him, knowing full well how Zhuang Sen behaved.

Aurora rested her chin on her hand, lost in reminiscence. "Well, the first time I met them was when we were on a mission. It was our first time out together, and they were quite obedient to my orders."

Curze thought to himself, "This can't be copied. If I could have Aurora's charm, I would be like the Emperor and Sanguinius."

Then, Curze looked past Huile and looked at Guilliman.

Guilliman looked calm and steady as he spoke slowly, "I have organized those difficult ones into the 22nd Chapter of Nemesis."

After listening to Guilliman's story, Curze felt a sense of loss. He felt that he could not replicate Guilliman's approach at all.

He does not have the personal charm to convince others, nor does he have the excellent biotechnology to create perfect warriors. He will not shamelessly treat himself like a beast, and his political ability is far inferior.

At this time, only Corax was standing aside, looking thoughtful. It seemed that he had understood some key points about leading the legion from everyone's stories and was immersed in his own thoughts.

Koz squatted alone in the shadows, silent, as if he had merged into the darkness.

"What's wrong with him? After hearing what we said, it couldn't be that he is so nervous about the upcoming birth of his offspring that he is completely paralyzed, unable to extricate himself, and hopelessly panicking!" Aurora teased in a nonchalant manner with a somewhat cheerful smile on her face.

"Don't use idioms randomly, otherwise the aliens will think that we Terrans can't even educate our Primarch!" Hui Le corrected helplessly, shaking his head slightly.

At this moment, Koz stood up suddenly as if he was suddenly struck by lightning.

There was a gleam in his eyes, and it was obvious that he had thought of something important.

Midnight Haunter rushed to Guilliman like a gust of black wind, tightly grasped Guilliman's shoulders with both hands, and shouted anxiously: "Quick, brother, quick, brother! Bring my Prince of Crows back quickly. I urgently need my Prince of Crows and my Sevatar now."

Curze's slender, pale hand shook Guilliman vigorously, his expression looking extremely anxious.

"When did Koz become so precious?"

Someone whispered something, breaking the tense and slightly absurd atmosphere, but everyone's attention was still focused on the emotional Koz, curious about why he suddenly had such a strong desire for Sevatar.

Guilliman was somewhat bewildered by Curze's sudden action. However, seeing Curze's extremely anxious look, as if the sky was about to fall, he managed to steady himself, reached out and shook Curze's hand that was gripping his shoulder, and said in a calm tone, "Calm down, Curze! Tell me first, what exactly happened? Why are you so eager to have Sevatar back?"

Curze looked anxious and spoke rapidly, "Because I don't know how to welcome my descendants! After much thought, I decided to call my Prince of Crows over. I just need to stand beside him and let him take charge of everything."

"Damn it, why are you like the Emperor?" Aurora couldn't help but complain rarely, her eyes wide open, her face full of disbelief.

Hearing this, the other brothers and sisters nodded in agreement.

After all, everyone is wondering why this "bat" is going backwards the more he learns, and is becoming more and more like the "socially anxious man" Emperor.

You know, the Emperor possesses supreme power and wisdom, but he is not very good at socializing.

And now Curze's appearance is somewhat similar to the Emperor's awkwardness when facing the crowd, which is really amusing.

Really worthy of being a father and son.

Guilliman smiled and shook his head, saying, "Curze, you can't expect Sevatar to intervene for you every time you encounter something like this. Welcoming the heir is your own business. You must learn to face it on your own. This is also your responsibility as the Primarch."

After hearing this, Koz frowned even more tightly, with a troubled look on his face: "But I really don't know what to do. I'm afraid I'll mess up and disappoint them."

Guilliman patted Curze's shoulder and said soothingly, "Don't worry, Curze. We've all been through this. No one has any experience at the beginning, just like when my father Connor was teaching me those social etiquettes, just like you are now."

"You must believe in your own abilities. Your descendants have gathered together because of you. They will understand you."

Corax also echoed and encouraged Coze: "That's right, and we will all help you. You are not facing this alone."

Looking at the sincere looks in his brothers and sisters' eyes, Coze's anxiety eased a little. He took a deep breath and said slowly, "Okay, I'll try to do it myself. But if something goes wrong, you can't laugh at me."

The other Primarchs all smiled kindly.

……

The Nightfall was sailing slowly on the edge of the Ghoul Galaxy, and the fleet was now quite close to Nostramo.

Saul Sahar, a Terran veteran, was once a Terran criminal and is now one of the core leaders of the Night Lords Legion.

In fact, nearly the entire Night Lords Legion had a similar origin to his - criminals from Terra.

Thor Sahar turned to look at Fel Zharost beside him and asked, "Fel, what kind of person is our Primarch? Is he gentle and kind, full of charm, or strong and resolute, or does he possess outstanding political skills?"

Fell Zharost, Librarian of the Night Lords, was born in a prison beneath Terra Albia.

Hearing Thor's question, the think tank director slowly said, "Thor, there's no need to ask me now. Once we reach the Primarch's home planet and meet him, we'll naturally know."

Thor Sahar laughed heartily. "Hahahaha! Isn't it because you possess psychic powers that allow you to foresee the future and see all sorts of possibilities? So I wanted to ask you, in the images you foresaw through your psychic powers, what did the Primarch look like? What was his personality like?"

After all, no Astartes could fail to place such power on his own Primarch.

Fer Zharost frowned slightly, raised his hand and rubbed his temple, seeming a little helpless about Thor's question.

"Thor, psychic powers aren't something you can wield at will. Furthermore, foreseeing the future is inherently ambiguous and full of variables. Every time you use psychic powers to peer into the future, the images you see are like shattered mirrors, making it difficult to piece together complete and definitive information."

Saul Sahar did not give up. He continued to ask with great interest, "Even if it's just a vague impression, Fel, tell me, have you caught any clues related to the Primarch in those psychic images?"

Fel sighed helplessly and after a moment's thought, he said, "Well, since you're so curious, I did once vaguely see a figure during a psychic fluctuation. He was shrouded in darkness, emitting a mysterious and powerful aura like the King of Night. But it was only a fleeting moment. As for his personality, from that brief moment, I could only sense a sense of... depth and coldness, as if he were hiding endless secrets."

A glint of excitement flashed in Thor Sahar's eyes, and he murmured to himself, "The King of the Night... deep and cold... sounds awe-inspiring."

Then, he looked at Feier again, his eyes full of expectation: "Feier, try again, maybe you can see more."

Fell frowned and said seriously, "Thor, over-reliance on psychic power to peer into the future is very dangerous. The Emperor has long warned us that every glimpse will stir up ripples in the ocean of psychic power and may attract the attention of those evil beings hidden in the darkness. We cannot put the entire fleet in danger just to satisfy our momentary curiosity."

Saul Sahar (I) Zero Wife Basket - 4 Things 6 Reads - "% After listening to it, although I felt a little disappointed, I also understood that what Fair said was very true.

He patted Fell's shoulder and said, "Okay, Fell, I understand what you mean. Then we will wait patiently for the meeting with the Primarch and witness his brilliance with our own eyes. But I always believe, I don't mean believe, but I always believe that our Primarch will be more powerful than Horus, the Emperor's favorite."

At this time, the Nightfall continued to sail in the universe, getting closer and closer to Nostramo. Everyone on the ship was full of anticipation and uneasiness about the unknown, imagining the scene after meeting the Primarch, but no one knew what fate was waiting for them in the future.

……

"Damn it! This kind of legion meeting is the first time I've seen it. Is Koz really going to do this?" Aurora's face was filled with shock, her eyes wide open, as if she had seen something incredible.

I saw Sevatar standing in front of the Midnight Haunter Curze.

In order to get Sevatar over, Curze did a lot of persuasion in front of Guilliman.

At this moment, Koz and Sevatar were facing each other, one tall and one short, looking at each other.

"Oh, my father," Sevatar, the Prince of Crows, said bluntly to his genetic father, "Is this the so-called super-intelligent welcoming strategy that your bat brain came up with?

Your Primarch-level brain, comparable to a supercomputer, is stuck on this matter?

I think the rats in the dirtiest and darkest places in Nostramo can think faster and dig better holes than you."

"Oh my goodness! Is this still Astartes?" Aurora couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

When the other Primarchs heard this, they also looked over.

Of course, Corax and Guilliman are exceptions. After all, they have witnessed Curze's various "sassy operations" in the holographic simulation of battle layout.

In almost any battle layout and assassination scenario, Sevatar was extremely dependent on him, and Curze was just a decoration with only the combat power of a Primarch.

"I need you, son." Coz said this simply.

Just this short sentence seemed to have magical power, which instantly stopped the anger on the face of Sevatar, the Prince of Crows, who was originally full of anger.

Recalling the previous confrontations with other Primarchs in the holographic projection, they discussed political planning, military strategy, legion layout and many other matters.

The reason why Sevatar is so dedicated may actually stem from such a sentence full of dependence.

The Prince of Crows tried to rely on his strong willpower, gritted his teeth and bit his tongue hard, and the pain spread instantly.

He wanted to use this method to restrain his inner urge to agree.

However, he heard it again.

"Please, son."

Kozna's voice came again with a hint of urgency and pleading.

This time, Sevatar only felt a sharp pain on his tongue and tasted a hint of blood, and he obviously bit harder.

But in the end.

"it is good."