Forced to die just after becoming invincible in Warhammer?

Even as blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, Sevatar still agreed to the request.

After all, it would be difficult for any Astartes to refuse the request of his Primarch.

If someone refuses once, then the Primarch's additional words of pleading will be like exerting an irresistible force, making it impossible for the person to have the heart to refuse again.

After Sevatar agreed, he took a deep breath and quickly adjusted his state.

He turned and faced Curze. The teasing and sarcasm in his eyes were gone, replaced by a firmness and loyalty. "Father, since you've asked, I will help you handle this meeting with the Legion properly."

A relieved smile appeared on Curze's face, and he patted Sevatar's shoulder: "Son, I feel relieved to have you here. I know you have always handled the affairs of the Legion well, and I am counting on you this time."

Aurora was stunned watching from the side and couldn't help but teasing, "Koz, you've finally found a winning formula. With just one word, 'I need you,' Sevatar is willing to charge into battle for you."

"It seems I will have to tell Brightman the same thing in the future." Aurora said as she watched.

When Huile heard Aurora's words, he turned to look at her with a hint of curiosity and smile in his eyes: "Oh? Are you going to tell Brightman that I need you? This is not like your usual impetuous style."

Aurora raised her chin slightly and smiled confidently. "Why not? Look, after Coze said that, Sevatar is helping wholeheartedly! I think this trick is quite effective. Although Blackmay usually obeys my orders, sometimes when I assign tasks, he still can't help but argue with me. If I say the same thing to him, maybe he won't say a word."

Chapter 346: Sevatar, Lord of the Eighth Legion

The Night Veil, like a giant beast hidden in the darkness, slowly descended upon the landing area designated by Nostramo.

Behind it, the huge fleet of the Eighth Legion followed closely, with warships arranged in neat rows and majestically appearing to have dyed the airspace a deep black, demonstrating the power and majesty of the Midnight Lords Legion.

The light from the fleet's engines gradually dimmed and eventually returned to calm, heralding the successful arrival of the legion.

The hatch slowly opened, and the Astartes warriors in distinctive black armor walked out with neat and powerful steps. Their eyes revealed determination and coldness, and every movement exuded the iron-blooded aura of a veteran on the battlefield.

Curze stood on the reception platform with Sevatar beside him.

Looking at the legion that he would soon command, Qi Sanqiu Qi Sanxikoz felt mixed emotions, including pride in being a Primarch, but also worries about the future.

But it seems that he doesn't need to consider these.

Thinking of this, Koz looked at Sevatar.

Sevatar noticed Curze's gaze and emotional fluctuations, and whispered, "Father, the legion has arrived. From now on, we must go all out to protect Nostramo."

Curze nodded slightly, his eyes firmly fixed on the assembled warriors, and responded, "Yes, son. They are our sharp blades and the hope of Nostramo. We must never betray their trust."

At the same time, the other Primarchs were watching from a distance.

Hui Le said with emotion: "The arrival of the Eighth Legion has undoubtedly added a powerful force to Nostramo. As long as Sevatar makes good use of this power, he can reshape Nostramo into a new life."

Guilliman folded his arms. "Curze may have a unique style in some respects, but Sevatar is resourceful and resourceful. With the two of them leading the Eighth Legion, we will surely be able to exert great influence."

Guilliman actually wanted to praise Curze, but then he thought there seemed to be nothing to praise, so he had to change it to Sevatar.

Aurora was excited: "I really want to see them show off their skills on the battlefield soon, especially groups of shadows fighting on the battlefield."

Jonson and Corax looked in Curze's direction.

Thor Sahar, Fel Zharost and Vakulan, the best of the Night Lords Legion, stood tall before the Primarch.

Their faces, weathered by the vicissitudes and scars of war, frowned slightly when they saw the young warrior beside the Primarch, revealing a hint of imperceptible doubt.

"My sons." The Primarch finally spoke. This was the first time the legionaries heard the Primarch's voice, and he affectionately called them sons, which made everyone feel a special warmth in their hearts.

"I'm not good at fancy language skills, nor do I have sophisticated political thinking, nor do I have a pleasing appearance."

Curze continued, "But as your Primarch, I will bring the Eighth Legion back on track, just as the Emperor and I desire."

"The Night Lords Legion will act as judges and punish any aliens, traitors, and anyone who violates the law according to the laws of the Empire!"

At this moment, Koz was delivering the speech that Sevatar had carefully prepared for him with great emotion.

But while he was giving the speech, he couldn't help but secretly complain in his heart that Sevatar was too prejudiced against him.

In Sevatar's eyes, it seemed that he could not do anything well.

Although Koz had to admit in his heart that he did perform poorly in many aspects, Sevatar should not express this idea so directly through preparing a speech. At least he should save some face for himself.

Sol Sahar was the first to react, shouting back, "We will follow the Primarch's instructions! We are willing to follow in your footsteps, using the Imperial Law as our blade to slay all enemies!"

The other warriors also responded, and the uniform shouts echoed all around, expressing their loyalty to the Primarch and their determination to follow.

Fir Zharost stood aside, lost in thought. His eyes moved back and forth between Curze and Sevatar, as if pondering the unique relationship between the father and son and the future direction of the Legion.

Vakulan clenched his fists, his eyes burning with a burning desire to fight, and he couldn't wait to start the journey of fighting for the Primarch under his leadership.

"Very good. Next, we will cleanse the dark planet of Nostramo according to the laws of the Empire."

Koz decisively issued the first order.

The Night Lords obeyed the order without hesitation.

They obeyed the Primarch's orders absolutely, and quickly spread out from the Primarch's location. A serious trial began.

In this night-shrouded environment, bats, like messengers of the night, follow you everywhere.

These bats are agile and move silently in every corner of the city, strangling any existence that breaks the law at any time and anywhere.

The speed of its actions is astonishing.

All you see with the naked eye is a group of bats flying past quickly, and a gang leader is killed instantly.

Some of his men had their fingers broken off, while others lost a leg.

It was obvious that their actions seriously violated the laws of the Empire and were met with ruthless punishment from the Night Lords.

Saul Sahar led a team of warriors through the streets of the city.

Their eyes are sharp and any criminal hiding in the dark cannot escape their sight.

"Watch out for anyone who breaks the law."

Saul Sahar whispered orders, and the soldiers quickly dispersed to conduct a more detailed investigation.

Fel Zharost uses his psychic senses to detect dangers lurking in the shadows.

He frowned slightly and signaled to his comrades: "There's something going on over there. It seems someone is planning a rebellion."

Everyone immediately became alert and moved quickly in the direction pointed by Fair.

As the Night Lords' actions deepened, the dark corners of Nostramo gradually became brighter, and those evil forces that were usually rampant collapsed under the sanctions of the imperial law.

After the heirs left, Coz suddenly squatted on the ground, muttering, "Sure enough, these things are not suitable for me. I still miss the days of racing and being a judge."

Sevatar looked at him helplessly and said, "Father, don't forget that you've caused no less than 30 traffic violations and accidents while speeding in Macragge."

"As for your claim of being a judge, you actually broke someone's finger while they were still alive."

After a pause, Sevatar continued, "It would be better if you could just calm down. You see, Lady Aurora is very self-aware and never touches anything she's not good at."

Coz curled his lips and retorted, "That's so exciting, and I'm the Chief Justice. Those guys deserved it anyway. Breaking their fingers is the least of their punishment. Besides, Aurora doesn't have my courage. I don't want to be timid all the time."

Sevatar sighed, knowing that his genetic father was stubborn and it would be difficult for him to change his mind easily.

"Father, you are not required to enforce the law. It is for the law enforcement officers to do that. You have already committed lynching, which is not allowed in Macragge. If I had a choice, I would like to serve Lady Aurora."

After listening to this, Koz was silent for a moment, then whispered, "I understand, son. It's just that sometimes I really find it difficult to control my temper. But don't worry, I won't let you down when it comes to big things."

Sevatar nodded slightly and said, "I hope so, father. The Legion has just begun its operation and there are still many things we need to deal with. You must cheer up."

"Well, think about it carefully. There are a lot of things you need to deal with next. The Legion's recruitment of new soldiers must be carried out as soon as possible. Nostramo is in urgent need of a new set of laws to maintain order. For the Mechanicus here, we also need to establish clear codes of conduct for them. There is also the matter of Nostramo's cooperation with other planets. That's about it."

Koz counted on his fingers and spoke to Sevatar seriously.

When Sevatar, the extremely powerful Astartes, heard this series of tasks, he felt a buzzing in his head, his eyes went dark, and he almost fainted.

Prince Crow's eyes widened as he asked in disbelief, "What about you? Father, with all these important matters, what are you going to do?"

Koz scratched his face awkwardly, then laughed dryly and said, "Hey, son, I'm really not very good at these things, so after thinking it over, I can only leave it to you. I trust you to do it!"

Sevatar looked at Koz with a helpless and helpless look on his face.

"Father, you are really..."

Prince Crow sighed deeply, knowing that his genetic father was not good at handling such matters, but he still felt pressured to have all the heavy responsibilities placed on him.

"Son, I know this is a heavy burden, but looking at the entire legion, you are the only one who has the ability to get these things done."

Coze patted Sevatar's shoulder, trying to cheer him up.

"Look, recruiting new soldiers requires selecting the most promising warriors. This requires caution, and only you can manage it well. The formulation of new laws concerns the future order of Nostramo, so wisdom and insight are essential. The Adeptus Mechanicus are always difficult to deal with, and I'll feel at ease if you regulate their behavior. And planetary cooperation requires a long-term vision and negotiation skills, so you're the one."

Sevatar frowned and thought for a moment, then said, "Father, I can take on these tasks, but you can't stay out of it completely."

"As Primarch of the Legion, you must at least step forward to boost morale when recruiting new soldiers. Your opinions are also crucial in the formulation of new laws, as you understand the Emperor's will more deeply than I do. As for the Adeptus Mechanicus, you must step in to intimidate at critical moments. When it comes to planetary cooperation, any major decisions will also require your final say."

After hearing this, Koz nodded reluctantly. "Okay, okay, I'll try my best to cooperate, but you have to worry about the specific matters. This is really giving me a headache."

Sevatar knew that he couldn't change Curze's attitude towards these matters, so he could only say, "Okay, Father, I will make arrangements as soon as possible, but you can't shirk responsibility if we encounter any problems along the way. We must work together to get Nostramo back on track and make the Night Lords Legion even stronger."

Koz waved his hand and said, "I know, I know. Go ahead and do your work. If you need me to help you, just let me know in advance."

Sevatar turned and left, already beginning to think about the order and specific plans of the various tasks.

Koz looked at his back and secretly felt fortunate to have such a capable son to help him.

Koz looked at Sevatar's departing back, then turned and walked towards where his brothers and sisters were.

Aurora saw Coze and couldn't help but tease: "Hey, isn't this the champion of the Eighth Legion?"

The leader of the Second Legion deliberately emphasized the words "Legion Champion" and his tone was full of teasing.

Coze wasn't angry about this, he just smiled and said, "Ah, some people, while slandering me, are actually envious of me for having such an outstanding offspring."

As he spoke, Midnight Haunter deliberately raised his head, with a smug look on his face.

Hui Le, who was listening to this, couldn't help but say, "Koz, you're a bit narcissistic. But then again, Sevatar is indeed very capable. You can leave a lot of things to him and save yourself the trouble."

Guilliman nodded in agreement. "Indeed, a legion with capable generals can help the Primarch focus more on strategic planning. However, you cannot rely too much on Sevatar. You still have to shoulder your own responsibilities and learn what you don't know."

Corax nodded to show his agreement.

Koz curled his lips. "I know. It's not like I don't understand. I just can't help it. I'm really not good at those things, but at the critical moment, I will definitely not let down."

Aurora smiled and waved her hands. "Alright, alright, we were just joking. Seriously, the Nostramo purge has begun. How do you think the situation will develop next?"

Curze's smile faded, his expression growing serious. "The dark forces of Nostramo are deeply intertwined, and the cleansing operation will certainly not be smooth sailing. But with the Night Lords Legion, I believe we can gradually eliminate them. However, the Mechanical Gods are the real trouble, especially since I will definitely enforce the so-called code of conduct on them later."

"This isn't just your problem. Tracing back to its source, it's the result of the Emperor's forced recruitment of the Mechanicus in order to expedite the unification of the solar system. Of course, this has both advantages and disadvantages."

Guilliman analyzed solemnly.

“This is essentially an institutional problem.”

Hui Le took over the conversation, expressing his own different views, "However, I don't think that the Forging General can control other Forging Worlds very well."

"Take the Forge World or Huangquan No. 8, among the 500 worlds under Robert's jurisdiction. They completely ignored the orders of the so-called Forge General and didn't take them seriously at all."

Chapter 347: Malcador talks about the tsundere young lady.

Tyra,

In a room, Yuanming sat next to Makado, reviewing documents together.

"Malcador, I have a question for you."

Yuanming broke the silence.

"what is the problem?"

Makado didn't even raise his head, his dry hands kept waving as he concentrated on correcting the documents in his hands.

"Well, recently when I had some free time, I learned from conversations with merchants outside the solar system that your reputation doesn't seem very good in the areas governed by the Primarchs. They almost unanimously stigmatize you."

As Yuanming spoke, he looked intently at Malcador, trying to catch even the slightest change of expression on the face of the haggard old man.

Unfortunately, however, there was no expression on Malcador's face.

After a moment, Malcador said slowly, "In fact, your reputation is not very good."

"I know." Yuanming responded nonchalantly, "After all, as the king's personal guard, I am the closest attendant to him, so naturally I will always be subject to criticism and discussion."

"The higher my position and the more favor I have over the king, the more likely I am to be envied and criticized. You must know that anyone who is not envied is a fool."

Yuanming shook his head slightly and turned his attention back to the document in his hand, as if he had already become accustomed to these external comments.

Makado paused with the pen in his hand, as if thinking about how to respond to Yuanming's words.

The Sigillite then continued his movements, slowly saying, "Jealousy is only one aspect. In this grand Imperial affair, our positions inevitably involve us in various complex vortexes. The Primarchs shoulder the heavy responsibility of expanding territory and protecting the galaxy. It's natural that they see things differently from us."

Yuanming frowned slightly, stopped correcting the documents in his hand, turned to look at Malcador, and said, "Are you saying that everything we do for the Imperium and for humanity is not understood by the Primarchs?"

Malcador raised his head and looked deeply into the distance, as if he could see through the wall to a place even farther away.