How can a retired savior be considered retired if he drops to 40,000?

How can a retired savior be considered retired if he drops to 40,000?

Author: Ice Cave Seal

Summary:

One-sentence introduction: After saving Humanity, Gudako fell into Warhammer 40K and began to save the galactic-level Humanity.

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It started out as some nonsense like "most people who traveled through Warhammer became big guys, but I want to see how small humans struggle with height among the big guys in Warhammer", but then it gradually became irrelevant to nonsense (sad).

Because Cloud Hammer doesn't know Hammer well enough, he tried to make Moon Hammer coexist, but the final result was neither Moon Hammer nor Hammer, and he also made a lot of weird things, which are basically all serious nonsense. Those who are strict with the setting should be careful.

·After all, 40,000 hammers are 40,000 hammers, so Gudako was given a huge cheat, otherwise she would not be able to play the author’s favorite family-friendly role (covering face).

In order to play the author's favorite family-friendly theme, a lot of hope was added to the 40K Empire. It may not be hammer-like enough.

·This is a self-satisfaction work. Everything is based on the author’s pleasure. You can write and make mistakes at any time.

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Update status: Updated every other day (4K+), around o'clock and later.

Chapter 1 Illusion

Conrad Curze moved swiftly and silently through the darkness of the Nightfall.

He had been away from the ship for too long. Normally, he should have missed it, but he didn't. His mind was completely filled with frustration, surprise, confusion and questions, and he had no time to think about anything else. He urgently needed an answer.

He knew that the person who was qualified to answer his questions was on the bridge.

Therefore, Konrad Curze walked towards the bridge unimpeded. He did not hide his figure, but those who passed by him all ignored his existence. This was originally unimaginable - everyone on the Nightfall who saw the Primarch would immediately express something, whether it was respect or fear. But... this was not "his" Nightfall.

On his ship, the Nightfall, the whispers in the darkness would not breed such a relaxed and peaceful atmosphere, and the Astartes warriors and mortals would not get along so peacefully. The corridors lacked the "decorations" that should be seen everywhere in the territory of the Night Lords, and even some cabins could faintly hear soothing and melodious music... This was the Nightfall, but he felt very unfamiliar with it.

But he was still absolutely sure that this was the Nightfall, but this huge lady was dressed up in another way in the hands of another person. This did not require evidence or logic, it was an instinctive conviction, because this was the domain of Conrad Curze, another possibility derived from his memory. Although the control of this domain did not belong to him for the time being, he could still easily do such a small thing as making everyone on the road ignore his existence.

No one was aware of his presence, so no one came to stop him. Conrad Curze successfully arrived at the bridge, but before he was about to break in and ask questions to the master of the Nightfall, he suddenly hesitated. He did not pay much attention to the outside world during this journey, but the Primarch's observation ability still made him unconsciously notice many things. He smelled a vague atmosphere while walking, a mixture of anger, shame, disgust and worry. The people on the ship were doing some kind of work in an orderly manner, but this was not the state of a legion before the battle, which made him feel a little doubtful.

This little bit of confusion was solved in an instant - Conrad Coates's field responded to him, and he instinctively knew what point in time he was in:

At this point in his life, he ordered the destruction of Nostramo, his own homeworld.

He knew the whole thing, and he had no regrets about his decision. But he had just screwed up a mortal's life three times - specifically, it was a trial of exchanging lives, and Konrad Curze had undoubtedly failed - and he felt puzzled about it. He wanted to know how this mortal who had survived a life that even the Primarch would fail would deal with this matter in his position.

So he chose to pass through the bridge door quietly - when the door was not open. Conrad Curze had already figured out in a series of previous encounters that although it looked like it in every way, this was not the material world. Moreover, this was his domain, and it would not restrict him like it restricted the current owner of the Nightfall. As long as he mastered some tricks, it would not be difficult to penetrate solid objects here like a warp demon, just as he made everyone he met ignore him along the way.

In the past, Conrad Curze would have been delighted to have such power. He would undoubtedly have been able to truly become the Night Haunter, a perfect monster. But at this moment, it didn't matter: he had too many questions.

He had relied on cruelty and fear to enforce justice in his own life, but this proved to be unfeasible in the life of a mortal. No doubt, this mortal showed him, without any subjective understanding, that there was another way, but Conrad Curze could not really see it.

What does it rely on? How does it work? What results does it lead to? How general is it - or, more simply, can it be used in places like Nostramo or the Eighth Legion?

With so many questions in mind, Konrad Curze glided silently in the darkness, as if he was part of the darkness itself. The layout of the bridge was still familiar to him, and he saw some familiar faces: several members of the Night Bat Council, but it seemed that they now had other, more specific jobs; a small team of black armored guards as the Primarch's guards, fully armed and wearing helmets, but Konrad Curze still distinguished several specific people from the subtle details; and finally, of course, the "Primarch" surrounded by guards - according to the rules of this field, this role is played by a mortal.

Konrad Curze looked at the mortal who dragged him into this boring drama in the dark, and once again came to the same conclusion: she was young, thin, weak, and nothing special in the eyes of a primarch. However, it was this person who successfully led the Eighth Legion with her own mind - although it was just a false illusion based on memories, the girl who was carefully surrounded in the center of the crowd undoubtedly won the respect and love of all Konrad Curze's descendants.

This doesn't mean anything. The Legion soldiers are all the descendants of the Primarch. Of course they will obey, no matter what the Primarch looks like. Konrad Curze thought viciously. But when he thought about it, a complex emotion surged in his heart:

Yes, no matter what their Primarch looks like... even if he is a mortal, or even if he is a madman who only knows how to talk to corpses in the dark...

For some reason that he himself could not fully understand, he began to hope that this mortal could have something real, at least worthy of the respect of his descendants, even though he still felt that most of his descendants were just a bunch of scum and villains.

He hated them, loathed them, even wanted them dead, but the most hateful thing was that the genetic connection could not be severed. They were his sin, he...

Conrad Kurtz refused to think further and turned his attention to the scene before him.

He was already very close, and he made no effort to hide his figure. This was his domain, so everyone ignored his presence as he wished, except for the "primarch" who was surrounded by guards in the center: a mortal girl, very young, no more than 20 years old, only five feet two inches, and looked thin and petite even by mortal female standards.

But she just looked at him without any specific reaction. They confirmed each other's existence when their eyes met, but all the communication stopped there.

The girl was not wearing power armor, but a close-fitting Nostramo-style women's dress. This was probably because there was no such thing as "human-sized Primarch-level power armor" in Konrad Curze's memory. This sounded too ridiculous, and it must have looked even more ridiculous, but it was not much better now. Her face had soft lines, and she was pretty and lovely among mortals; her skin was not as sickly pale as the Nostramo people, and it showed a gentle light color under the dim lighting of the Night Veil; her shoulder-length hair was a dazzling orange-red like the sunset, and the light reflected by the light amber sclera in her pupils was like the distant stars hanging high in the sky - in short, she was too bright, and the gloomy style of the dark dress she wore showed a contradiction and separation that could not be ignored.

This kind of contradiction and separation is natural. Conrad Curz thought that after all, this girl did not belong to Nostramo, and she should not even have any connection with this sinful planet. When thinking this, he suddenly realized that he had already developed a kind of respect for this girl without knowing the source.

He knew the little troublemaker's name: Ritsuka Fujimaru, written in an ancient dead language that had mystical significance because of its antiquity... at least that's what the Emperor, his father, said. Conrad Curze would not comment on this, after all, he was already dead.

A soul that had already been judged was dragged out of the prison of death by the Emperor, and was bound to a strange trial by a mortal girl with an ancient name. Now it seems that he is the one who lost miserably. The whole thing seems so ridiculous that some details no longer arouse Conrad Curze's desire to explore. He just wants to know where he lost.

He patiently watched the guard officer in the illusion report his findings to the original master in the illusion. The person who spoke was Shen, a descendant that he did not dislike, which made him feel strangely relieved, perhaps because this descendant that he did not dislike was originally in this position.

He knew clearly what the report was about, so he did not listen carefully, but carefully observed Shen's pale face hidden by the helmet. The appearance of the Primarch's attendant was exactly the same as in Conrad Curze's memory, even the location of the scar was exactly the same (this was of course, after all, this was an illusion created based on his memory), but he felt that in some indescribable way, this Shen was slightly different from the Shen he knew.

Shen's report was very detailed, but it didn't take much time. After the guard officer finished speaking, the darkness of the bridge returned to silence. Including Conrad Curz, everyone was holding their breath waiting for the decision of the mortal girl in the middle of the crowd, and she didn't keep everyone present waiting for long:

"Please summon Jando Scolaverk of the 45th Company for me." Fujimaru Ritsuka quickly gave the first order, "I want to hear his personal testimony."

Shen nodded his head, but his movements were not so sharp. Conrad Curze saw with dissatisfaction that he was delaying. If he was under his command, Shen would never dare to have such thoughts, because the Primarch's orders must be executed immediately.

This was another difference, and Shen had a reason for daring to do so. It was not just Conrad Curze, who was a spectator, who caught his hesitation. The girl who received the position of the Primarch in a mortal body in the illusion also realized this.

She spoke, but not in a rebuke: "You have doubts about this, Shen, please speak up as you always do. You convince me, or I convince you... This always leads to better decisions and more determined executors."

Mortal thinking. This is indeed a new path, but Konrad Curze scoffs at it. The decision made by the Primarch cannot be questioned, because it is always the best... Is that right?

Thinking about the three failures he had just experienced, Conrad Koz began to doubt the view he had always believed in.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 2 Destined

"I have no doubts about the order, Primarch. I am aware that even at trial, the accused has the right to defend himself." Shen whispered in soft Nostramon. "What I am worried about is..."

He was stuck, showing an awkward expression of searching his stomach, as if his language system had suddenly disconnected here, so that he could not find the right words to express his meaning. He was stuck for three seconds, which was a long time for an Astartes, but no one, including the Primarch, urged him.

After such an awkward few seconds, Shen seemed to be deflated suddenly. He nodded and avoided Fujimaru Ritsuka's gaze, sighing and saying, "You are always so kind..."

Indeed, she is too kind. Conrad Coates thought dissatisfiedly. Shen Ke didn't dare to speak to him so hesitantly. But in a flash, he realized that the guard's words did not express what he understood, because the girl spoke again:

"I understand what you mean, Shen..." She responded in the same whispered Nostramo language, "Scolavik is also a member of the Legion and a descendant of Midnight, but he has committed a more serious crime. The losses and mistakes have been made, his identity is meaningless in the face of the law, and his sophistry cannot shake the verdict that should be made. I promise everyone present that I will never show inappropriate leniency because of this. I need to hear his testimony, not only because even the simplest procedures require it, but also because I need to know what kind of thoughts prompted him and his family to commit such a crime. Undoubtedly, this is a major failure of mine as the Lord of Nostramo, so I have to know all the details. Remember the past and learn from it. Only by knowing where you fell can you better avoid similar obstacles in the future. This is why I want to personally try the criminal. Do you agree with this reason?"

"In that case, I have no doubt. Your will will be carried out."

This series of explanations seemed unnecessary to Conrad Curze, but Shen seemed convinced. The guard officer bowed slightly to the Primarch, then turned and left the bridge, walking briskly to perform this simple task. His attitude confused the real Primarch of the Night Lords.

He was a Primarch, so he could think about many things in a short time. In that moment, Konrad Curze analyzed the little information revealed in the previous conversation. On the one hand, he felt that Shen seemed to be weaker than when he was under his command (and despised this), and on the other hand, he felt that this was justified under the command of a mortal. At the same time, he was still wondering how Fujimaru Ritsuka relied on such weak rule to command the entire Eighth Legion, and he also deduced how he would react in the same situation. But that moment was also very short, because immediately afterwards, someone else broke the silence in the darkness:

"Just like Shen Xiang said, my lord, you are indeed too kind sometimes." This voice, speaking in High Gothic without permission, came from a black-armored guard wearing a helmet.

Konrad Curze recognized the voice. It was Yago Sevitarion, the son who was most to his liking, perhaps even the only one. Even under his command, the captain of the Night Lords' First Company enjoyed a lot of favor and privileges because of his indulgence.

But this was still too much. Speaking without the Primarch's permission in a formal setting, and even accusing the Primarch himself, even Sanguinius would have reprimanded him in such a situation. Even though he was not the one being questioned, Konrad Curze was a little angry about it, because he realized from Sevatar's self-righteous tone and the indifferent attitude of others that this was not the first time something like this had happened.

In his impression, Yago Sevitarion should not be so rude. But in the next moment, he realized that this instinctive thought was not based on facts, but on the beautification of memory: even to him, Sevitar dared to say anything - although he didn't really do that very often.

Let's get back to the present. Such rude incidents can happen again and again, and it is obviously related to this Primarch of the Night Lords. In the eyes of Conrad Curze, this is a serious offense, but Fujimaru Ritsuka obviously does not take it as an offense. After this uninvited accusation, she sighed softly and replied in High Gothic:

"I think you're right, Sevitarion. I was too kind to Nostramo."

This statement stirred up a few waves around. No one really made a sound, but Konrad Curze smelled some recognition, some confusion and panic. According to the rules of this realm, as a Primarch, Fujimaru Ritsuka should have the same abilities as he did when he was a Primarch, and she should have felt the same thing, but she did not explain it immediately.

She turned around and paced towards the huge observation window on the bridge. No one had any doubts about this action, everyone knew that outside the window was the Star of Eternal Night, the source of evil, Nostramo, which was brightly lit in the darkness and covered up the poison with the illusion of prosperity.

Fujimaru Ritsuka looked down at the planet quietly for a few seconds, then spoke again:

"I was too optimistic about its prospects, thinking that after bringing order and peace to it, justice would naturally sprout in the hearts of the residents of Nostramo." She reflected, "I ignored the inertia of long-accumulated culture itself, and forgot how easily humans can degenerate with the environment. This is a mistake I made, and I will work hard to correct it."

"So you still want to give it another chance." Sevatar did not hide the irony in his voice. "Even though you realize how disastrous the consequences of being kind to this planet will be, you are still so kind."

"Don't be so exaggerated, Sevitarion. This consequence is indeed something none of us want to see, but it is still a bit exaggerated to describe it as 'catastrophic'."

"-This is the third time! And it's only the third time that I know of! You know that I didn't join the Legion with you at the beginning." Sevatar's voice was filled with anger.

In Conrad Curze's experience, Sevatar rarely allowed himself to express such explicit emotions, but his tone now was indeed... full of anger.

This fact, together with his accusation, confused Konrad Curze for about a microsecond, but he figured it out in an instant: it was impossible to restrain the evil on Nostramo with the overly lenient means of this mortal girl. Such small acts of rebellion or hypocrisy must have occurred many times, and each time had an impact on the legion.

This angry accusation caused a small commotion. The Black Armored Guards, in shock, immediately tried to stop their captain by various means, including force, but this behavior was immediately stopped by the Primarch:

"It doesn't matter, let him continue." Fujimaru Ritsuka said calmly, "Anger is justified, it is proof that he is still a human being. As a member of the Eighth Legion and one of the victims of Nostramo's influence, he certainly has the right to be angry. This anger is not his own, it is the voice he speaks on behalf of the legion. Therefore, whether as the master of Nostramo or as the commander of the Eighth Legion, I must bear this anger."

"But what else can I say? You are the master of the Legion, you must know better than me!" Yago Sevitarion's roar became more intense with the permission of the Primarch. "Time and time again, the Legion's new recruits are contaminated by scum and villains, veterans begin to form cliques, and the conflict between Nostramo and Terra intensifies. This is just the surface! What about the deeper hidden dangers brought about by these things? These things will involve your energy every time, and the progress of the expedition will be slowed down... You can't always waste your time on these things that shouldn't happen!"

"...I understand." Fujimaru Ritsuka closed his eyes, his expression a mixture of pain and helplessness, "It's my fault. I have begun to make the legion lose confidence--"

"--You are not wrong, Night Star!" The captain of the Midnight Lords roared, but the content of his roar confused everyone, including Konrad Curze. "You make laws, you punish criminals, you change the system that breeds evil, you bring hope to the eternal night, you bring order to chaos, your will and laws are spread across the starry sea with the expedition of the Legion, and there are already dozens of worlds that have fully accepted the rule of the Eighth Legion that can prove beyond a doubt that your kindness and fairness are not wrong! You have done everything you promised, you have not let anyone down, but Nostramo--it is Nostramo who has failed you time and again!"

The act of shouting these words to the Primarch seemed to drain the strength of Yago Sevitarion. The giant in the Terminator armor seemed to be shaky after the words fell, but he still stabilized his body with extraordinary perseverance, and changed his Nostramo language in the stunned silence: "You should end this."

The language developed by this star of eternal night over a long period of time was full of aspirated consonants, making the normal speech of the people who used it sound like some kind of vicious hissing. And in the mouth of the nearly exhausted Sevatar, this sentence sounded like the sigh of a dying person.

I don't know if it was because of Sevatar's overstepping of the boundaries or because of the strong emotions revealed in his narration, but after he finished speaking, the bridge was silent for a few seconds.

Then, Fujimaru Ritsuka broke it with a dry voice:

"I'm not sure I can do it this time, but I'll try my best—"

"——I mean, Nostramo is not worth your efforts. You should end it all." Sevatar's voice was weak but firm enough, "completely."

"what?"

"You see, almost half of the Eighth Legion's fleet is in the orbit of Nostramo." The voice of the captain was tinged with almost equal amounts of pain and cruelty. "We even brought whirlwind torpedoes."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 3 Objection

The unfinished meaning of this sentence caused a huge storm on the bridge. Even Ritsuka Fujimaru was shocked by Sevatar's overly cruel idea. He turned around in astonishment and stared at Sevatar from head to toe.

During this brief moment of confusion, Conrad Coates narrowed his eyes unhappily:

That's not something Yago Servitarion would say.

Amid the chaotic debate, Fujimaru Ritsuka cast a confused and inquiring look at Conrad Coates - this was only the third truly meaningful interaction between the two of them since they knew each other, but the latter miraculously understood what the former meant and shook his head quietly:

He hadn't asked Sevatar to say those words.

This was indeed his domain, a kind of illusion built with his memories as the foundation and blueprint, but the control was almost completely out of his hands. Although he could hide in these illusions and pass through walls, he could not make any substantial interference with what happened in the illusions - this illusion was not a test for him, so the real controller of the illusion, the Emperor, did not give him the corresponding authority.

But Sevatar would never say such words himself.

Konrad Curze knew what kind of person his First Captain was. It was true that in the past, when he ordered the burning of Nostramo, it was Sevatar, as the Overseer, who pulled the trigger for him. When Sevatar did this, he even came up with a set of logic to convince himself, but this did not mean that he would make such a judgment without basis - although his First Captain had some reasonable arrogance in all aspects, he was definitely not arrogance enough to think that he was qualified to decide the fate of a Primarch's home planet.

Besides, that was his home planet. Nostramo might not have left a good impression on him, but Conrad Curze knew that Sevatar loved this sinful planet from beginning to end.

Apparently, Fujimaru Ritsuka was fully aware of this. After a brief moment of shock, she immediately returned to the crowd and tried to stop the chaos in front of her. Everyone did stop and quiet down as she was told, but the atmosphere of uneasiness and anger still permeated the air.

"That's not something you would say, Sevitarion," the girl who temporarily took the position of Primarch said. "If you are serious, I want to hear your reasons."

"Nostramo has sinned, Primarch. She has repeatedly disregarded your edicts, broken your laws, opposed your institutions, and tainted your Legion with liars, scum, and villains. She has sinned, and sin must be punished."

"Even so, this is not a reason to destroy the entire planet." Fujimaru Ritsuka frowned, "Not everyone on Nostramo is a criminal. It is not a just act to punish innocent people."

"There are no innocent people on that planet anymore," Sevatar said. "Even among the most ordinary people, mothers are glad that their sons stayed at home, friends celebrate that their gang mates were not drafted, and scum happily replaced those who should have become legionnaires under the operation of their families. This is a crime committed by the entire society, and everyone is complicit."

"...This is not something you would say for no reason, Sevitarion." Fujimaru Ritsuka suddenly said very confidently, "You must have been affected by something outside the legion recently."

"No, Primarch, I have simply been thinking long and hard about this problem."

"That means you have turned a deaf ear to many of our previous conclusions, including our discussion on the scale of law enforcement targets and the limits of law enforcement behavior, and most importantly, the issue of sentencing." Fujimaru Ritsuka was trying to change the subject, and Conrad Coates could see it. "I won't do that - and it seems you need to catch up, Sevitarion. Now is not a good time for a long speech. I suggest you talk to Sigismund later."

...Sigismund? What does this have to do with the Imperial Fists?

Konrad Curze was not the only one who saw that the emphasis was being deliberately shifted. Sevatar also realized it. "You are changing the subject, Primarch. I beg you not to do so."

"And you are insisting on a proposal that is obviously radical and irrational, First Captain Sevatarion." Also without applying or obtaining permission, another Space Marine present - judging from his position, he might be another Primarch's aide-de-camp, but the symbol on his shoulder armor was another symbol that Konrad Curze had never seen before, or perhaps it was some special position invented by Fujimaru Ritsuka himself - interrupted Sevatar's words. It seems that this kind of free speech has long become a trend in this meeting of the Night Lords Legion.

In the subtle pause between the Space Marine's words, Konrad Curze began to realize that the voice sounded familiar. The Primarch's memory was remarkable, even in his physical death it had not worn away, and he was certain he had heard this voice before, but it did not belong to the son of his own Legion.

"The Primarch has clearly rejected and implicitly criticized your proposal. You should stop your presumptuous behavior." As he said this, Konrad Curze was surprised to realize that this Space Marine wearing the armor of the Night Lords was Sigismund, who belonged to the Imperial Fists in the original history. "So far, your stupid behavior has remained within the scope of what can be solved in the confinement room. If you insist on continuing, I will have to follow the Legion Law.

"Whatever, you stern idiot, I don't care." Sevatar spread his hands. Obviously, he wanted to show not only his disdainful attitude, but also his red-painted gauntlets. "Anyway, this is not the first time I lead the army."

The atmosphere froze with his reckless statement. Sigismund, who had somehow become the Midnight Lord in the illusion, was even reaching for the hilt of the sword, but Fujimaru Ritsuka stretched out a hand at this moment and prevented the conflict from breaking out.