Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

"Sevita?"

"You found him so quickly?"

"..."

"Okay, remember to bring him with you."

"After all, Crow likes to stay in dark rooms, and he will not like Nostramo after dawn: it is too dirty, dirtier than his war methods, so dirty that it will make his melancholy heart cry. If it's all over my face, it makes me look a bit unhuman."

…

His thin lips curled up, his sharp teeth were slightly cold, and the Midnight Ghost put on a bright smile on his slender cheeks. Even his pupils were made even more terrifying, making the only onlooker just I feel a chill down my spine.

But Conrad didn't pay attention to the poor guy behind him. The Midnight Ghost had long been accustomed to this kind of fear from others, and had learned to enjoy and use it: and now, his mind had already been occupied by something more important. Things were completely occupied.

"I remember that it was here that I accepted the allegiance of all of you."

"Right?"

"..."

Conrad's voice was very soft, like the breath of a ghost, as breathy as a gossamer.

This midnight wanderer who once made the whole of Nostramo fearful, picked up his old profession tonight: he did not appear openly in the square, nor did he walk into the hive city from the main entrance of the palace. Towering spiers, even though technically these places were all his land.

Conrad chose a path he was more familiar with. He used the drainage ditch at the lower level of the hive as his starting point, went upstream, dodged all patrols and secret sentries, and climbed over the gap in the palace wall: It was the gap he climbed over more than ten years ago. This place has never been renovated.

More than ten years ago, Midnight Ghost followed this route and entered the banquet hall where celebrities gathered. He solved the guard next to a secret door and appeared at the top of the entire Quintis Nest. The dignitaries were surrounded by more than twenty security personnel.

Then, he sat down, talked with those distinguished gentlemen and ladies, and explained to them his principles and ideas: From that night on, Midnight Ghost became the supreme ruler of the Quintis Nest. Less than a year later, he became the first supreme king in the entire history of Nostramo.

"Not so, my lord."

An old and abrupt voice sounded next to the Primarch's ears, interrupting the memories in Conrad's mind. The Midnight Ghost turned around and looked at the person who made the sound, who was also the only bystander in the room. .

Facing the gaze of the Primarch, the bystander just took a strong breath and changed from kneeling to straightening his back, allowing himself to look directly into the eyes of the midnight ghost, pointing out the former. Errors in Discourse.

"This is the throne room, the top of the spire, where you rule. Here you record and summarize your executions, and look out at the city of Quintis under your rule: As for where you were when you met the nobles The banquet hall is on the lower floor and was converted into a conference hall for state meetings with the district governors early in your reign."

"...That's it."

Conrad nodded. He leaned down slightly and looked at the old man carefully. The original body's eyes flickered back and forth on this face that he was all too familiar with.

"You have indeed aged a lot, my old friend Polius."

The original body sighed.

"Ten years is a long time for a mortal, my lord."

"For me, too."

Conrad smiled.

"However, I still remember that at that banquet, that is, at the banquet where I talked to you nobles and asked you to make me king, you were the first person who had the courage to talk to me, and you were also the first person to have the courage to talk to me. The only person who dared to actually discuss some issues with me."

"Of course I remember, my lord."

"Then do you remember what I told you back then, Polius: I saw the possibility of the future in your eyes, and that was the only one I allowed you to survive your confrontation with me. reason."

Conrad straightened up, turned around, and slowly walked to the window. The window embedded in the bluestone wall was the only way to overlook the entire city of Quintis in the high tower, and it was also the favorite of Midnight Ghosts. A place: both past and present.

Here he looked down upon his kingdom.

"So, when I followed my genetic father and left Nostramo, I appointed you as the governor of this world to govern everything I left in this world: this is exactly what I saw in you. possibility."

"..."

The old man, or rather Polius, simply bowed his back again, overwhelmed with shame.

"But I failed in my duty, my lord."

"Indeed you didn't."

Conrad said without looking back.

"The city is no longer quiet, and the curfew is ignored by everyone. The nobles who I shocked with fear have stretched out their minions from their gorgeous residences, crowding the new factories without backing, and in the lower levels of the hive city. Developing their power: killings, rapes, robberies, arson and various criminal activities are now growing more and more rampant in the shadows, sowing more seeds of evil."

"...Yes, sin."

"Evil has returned to the land of Nostramo, and everything here has become what it was before I started hunting: until now, they can even bring their cannons and troops to your governor's palace to fight with you. A head-on conflict broke out among the few supporters he had."

"All the order I left behind is on the verge of collapse."

"In other words, it has collapsed."

"..."

"It's only been ten years."

"You did not protect it well."

The Primarch simply delivered his verdict. These words were like a huge weight on Polius's shoulders, but before he could start breathing hard again, Conrad was smiling and speaking. One turn.

"but……"

"You are still the most worthy of boasting among all the answers I left before."

"It's not all your fault, old man."

"..."

The smile and forgiveness of the original body even made the old governor think that he was actually crazy now, and that the midnight ghost in front of him was just his imagination before his death: after all, no matter how loyal Polius was to Conrad, , and he didn't think that the midnight ghost could actually be a person who forgives wrongdoers.

"..."

Conrad saw the shock in Polius' pupils, but he turned a blind eye and just continued his words, but a little anger in his words rose.

"I remember very clearly: In addition to you, I also left a dozen governors responsible for managing the cities and settlements that have become lifeless under my intimidation. Now ten years have passed, except for you What about the other people now?"

"..."

The governor lowered his head. He didn't want to add insult to injury at this time, but he didn't give others the chance to quibble.

"You don't have to tell me, I know."

Midnight Ghost smiled.

"More than half of the people have died, some of them died on the bed, and some of them simply died on the streets, or died with guns in their official residences. These governors who died in battle are symbols of the collapse of order, and there is no Those who die will regret that they have lived to this day."

The chill in Conrad's mouth sent shivers down Polius' spine.

"In the end, in this huge world, you are the only one who still remembers my original words."

"It has only been ten years, less than a generation, and the world that I have used the most thorough means to cleanse has actually returned to its original state: You see, the speed of fear retreating in people's hearts is faster than It was faster than I imagined.”

"This was my mistake."

"..."

Polius' brows twitched. In his remaining memory, he didn't think Midnight Ghost was the person who could say such a thing: Conrad has always highly praised [fear], so let him admit that fear can Fading, but not as good as making him admit that the sun is square.

However, before the old governor could say anything, the Primarch had already stepped to the window. He jumped up, curled up his legs, leaned on the frame on one side, and leaned sideways: After many years, the king of Nostramo looked at his hometown and kingdom again.

The current Star of Eternal Night is still the same as it was in the past, but there are some differences: compared to the lifeless tranquility under Kant's rule, the current Nostramo has a lot of [classical] features bustling.

Continuous neon lights and the splendor of the noble halls together weave an intoxicating scene at night. Spires, statues, and the flags of nobles and gangs that can be seen everywhere once again occupy the streets and alleys, but this time, in the city. In the suffocating luxury, there was a little more rumbling and crackling sound of artillery fire, adding a bit of disharmony to the night.

"That's all I'll say, old man."

The Midnight Ghost's eyes turned to the spiers occupied by the ancient families: in the years of his rule, these spiers were as quiet as their rulers, illuminated by the lights of reform and the roar of machinery in the factories. Shrouded, but now, the fireworks and glow belonging to the ancient dignitaries have been lit up again, and they are even more prosperous than when Conrad first saw them.

Midnight Ghost was not surprised by this: he had seen it all in the future.

after all……

"If I don't come back."

Conrad issued a proclamation to the last loyal governor.

"It's really too late."

"You know, Polius: Although they can't break your defense in a short time, there are five people in your inner circle who have been bribed by them. The bleak future and a lot of money are corroding the hearts of these people. , if I don’t come back to this land. You won’t survive until the next full moon rises.”

"And at that point, it's really all over."

"..."

The old governor was not surprised by Conrad's words. He just raised his head and looked at the back of the Primarch, and at the cloak of the Dark King illuminated by the sickly neon lights outside the window.

The governor personally chosen by Conrad had never been a coward, so when his consciousness recovered, Polius's still sharp thinking quickly grasped the deep meaning of the original body's words. .

This made the Governor tremble.

"Are you here to sort this out, Lord Conrad?"

"……grown ups?"

Midnight Ghost turned his head and glanced at his loyal believer.

"You have never been so respectful to me before, Polius: it seems that the pressure of ruling a world like this has bent your back, but that is understandable.

The primarch smiled to himself.

"After all, I leave you with too little: no army, no fortress, not enough supplies, not a large enough and strong bureaucracy, or an emerging class on our side."

"Those new aristocrats who had benefited from my reforms had not had time to master powerful power. After I left, they had to face the more powerful old aristocrats: and then they were undoubtedly defeated. , but instead encouraged the families in those spires.”

"To tell you the truth, my Governor: I'm surprised you've made it this far."

The Primarch turned over and walked quickly to the front of his governor. As he spoke, Conrad reached out his hand and roughly helped the astonished old man up.

Polius stared at the movements of the Midnight Ghost with almost fear: Although some of Conrad's previous actions and words had surprised him, now, he was still listening to the original body's words in disbelief.

"I'm sorry, my lord, I thought I..."

"No need to be surprised, old man."

The Primarch lifted his governor up, smiled at him, and patted him on the shoulder.

"Like I told you, even for a guy like me, ten years is not a short time, it is enough to fundamentally change some of my personality: you have no idea what I learned in the galaxy , what did you get in the galaxy again, old man?"

"But at the very least, I think the current Midnight Ghost is more likable than the tyrant ten years ago, isn't it?"

"..."

Polius nodded, but he still made suggestions to the original body very calmly.

"With all due respect, my lord, if you have only learned how to make others like you in these ten years, then you may not be able to solve the problem of Nostramo: I mean, if there is no other way, then Let’s follow the previous model of Midnight Ghost.”

"I remember that you actually didn't like the previous model?"

The Primarch narrowed his eyes, and his Governor nodded sincerely.

"I don't like it now, but after I have ruled this world for ten years, I have to say: Midnight Ghost is at least an effective method. Your fear can indeed suppress the darkness in those lands. , and the direct cause of all this is because your fear failed to continue..."

"Or: it's because I left."

The original body made up for the second half. He put his hands behind his back and slowly circled around Borius. His cold eyes looked at his former throne: where the midnight ghost once sat. , rules over the entire Evernight Star, and his governor sits there, maintaining his crumbling legacy.

If he had not returned, then more than ten days later, Polius would also be sitting on that throne, and his precious life would be taken away by assassins who obeyed the orders of the nobles: then, Nostramo would return to hell. .

"But you don't realize a problem, my old friend: Even if I come back now, it doesn't mean that I won't leave again. That is to say, even if I have put away enough fears this time, these fears will only They will just lose their color a second time."

"Not to mention, I can no longer rule this world for the second decade."

"I have more to do."

The Primarch shook his head slightly.

"So, we have to find another way."

With that said, Midnight Ghost helped his governor, brought him to the side of the throne almost involuntarily, and pressed him down on the cold chair.

In this way, Conrad looked down at Polius condescendingly.

"Frankly speaking, what you did is not a success, but considering the mess I left and the resources you have, you have done a good job: and more importantly, you have done well between pressure and temptation. Please pledge your loyalty to me and stick to your oath."

"And loyalty is always worth its reward, old man."

"So, I'll give you a reward, and a new responsibility."

The Primarch smiled, not giving the Governor time to say anything.

"The reward is: the best doctor in the galaxy will perform the highest-level rejuvenation surgery on you, allowing health, vitality and agile thinking to return to your body again. Polius, I guarantee that you will be rejuvenated for the rest of your life." It’s a long time, as long as you can continue to uphold your true intentions.”

The Primarch began to look at the surrounding walls. The walls were filled with the midnight ghost's past hunting records: there was one thing he did not tell Polius. Even if the governor did not die in the assassination, his old body could not support him for a few more years.

"As for responsibility..."

Conrad lowered his head and met his governor's eyes.

"As I said before, I can't stay on Nostramo for too long. I will leave here soon and return to the galaxy and the Great Crusade. There are more important things for me to perform there: but I will do everything in my power to fix the mess in this world before I leave again."

"Until then, I will still appoint you as the governor of this world, old man."

"You deserve this trust."

"..."

The old governor stared directly at the Primarch in front of him with his cloudy eyes. What made Conrad happy was that Polius neither fell into ecstasy because he could return to his youth, nor did he feel that he could continue. He became greedy and fanatical after taking power, and there was indeed a trace of happiness in his pupils, but those were within the scope of human nature.

He wasn't wrong about this guy.

What's more, the Governor became worried about the Primarch's generous gift.

"Sir, in the ten years since you left, in addition to trying to maintain your system, I have actually been suffering from another kind of torture: I dare not hide it from you. When those nobles promised me There were many conditions, and even when they promised to make me the real vassal king of this world, I wavered a few times, and I almost agreed to their conditions."

"I am not sure that when I am young again and have a long life, I can continue to maintain my current loyalty. My lord: it is not necessary for you to continue to allow me to serve as governor of this world for a long time. What a wise decision.”

"..."

Conrad lowered his head, listening quietly and carefully to every word of Polius. After the governor finished speaking intermittently, Midnight Ghost nodded with satisfaction to show his praise.

"You don't need to worry about this, my old friend, and I don't intend to put more difficulties and tests on your shoulders: those who can pass the test are worthy of respect, but I personally never pay attention to the shining of human nature. , have more trust and expectations.”

"I will never put my humanity to the test if I can."

"This is the safest way."

"As for you: You will still be the governor of this world, but you don't need to worry about other things. I will set up a more complete system in this world. In this system, your power will not be great. To the point where it’s enough to make you fall.”

After leaving his governor on the cold throne, the original body slowly walked towards the window with his hands behind his back. His voice continued to echo in the wide throne room, like a voice in the sky. God’s sanction.

"And there are two reasons why I will let you continue to be the governor: one is because your loyalty is trustworthy, and the second is because everything that happened on Nostramo, A witness is needed, and you are the perfect one, Polius."

Conrad smiled.

"As a member of the nobility in the past, you have witnessed what Nostramo looked like before I started hunting. You have also witnessed the deathly but orderly land under my rule. From today on , you will witness the future that belongs to this eternal night star."

The original body walked to the window, put one hand on the wall, and turned his head.

"Promise me, Polius: You will remember everything you see, and you will record them all. All the sin, suffering, judgment and redemption in this world need a witness. , and I entrust this great mission to you."

"..."

The Governor took a deep breath.

"I...I never thought I would receive this kind of responsibility, my lord."

“When the burden comes, everyone is at a loss.”

"Same to you, and so to me."

The primarch whispered.

"Just like when I first came to this world, the world put the mission of Midnight Ghost on my shoulders: I will not revoke your responsibility, Polius, because I know that you are the best The right person, but I'll give you time to get used to it all."

"Think about it, old man, and after you think about it, you must first learn how to be a bystander: since you want to help me record all the history of Nostramo, then you must become the witness Historical figures, both the most important scenes and the most important characters.”

“You have to learn to witness them.”

"You have to learn to record the truth."

"..."

"Will this help you, my lord?"

"...one day..."

"Will do."

After a brief response, the Primarch returned to his seat by the window, closed his eyes and rested, letting his loyal governor adjust his mentality there.

And just like what Midnight Ghost said just now, just a few minutes later, when the neon lights at the end of Conrad's field of vision had not yet completed a reincarnation, the Governor's old response had already reached the ears of the Primarch: As always He is as determined as he was ten years ago.

"When do I need to start witnessing this world, my lord?"

"Now."

The primarch opened his eyes and smiled.

"Starting tonight."

"To be more specific, it starts with the next visitor you see."

"…Next visitor."

The Governor frowned: he clearly remembered that he didn't have an appointment with anyone tonight.

"Who could he be, my lord?"

"..."

——————

"Sevita."

"go in."

"This is it."

About five minutes later, the Governor heard some unfamiliar voices outside the door, the whispers of people talking to each other, but what frightened him was that he did not hear any footsteps at all: even among those conversations One of them sounded like a total kid.

But Polius tried hard to suppress the surprise on his face. After all, Conrad, who was sitting by the window, did not make any movement, and it was just like what the Midnight Ghost had just said: He had to learn to witness all of this, then, Calmness was the emotion he needed most.

Sure enough, just after he reassured himself a little: the original body opened his eyes and nodded towards him.

"You two come in too, Barbatos, Zarost."

Conrad spoke, his voice was not loud, but in an instant the whispers outside the door became silent.

After another second or two, the Governor saw two steel giants covered in dark blue armor pushing open the door. They also brought a child with them, a gangster child that could be seen everywhere in the underlying hive of Quintis. , but a little stronger than his peers.

But except for the slight sound of the child's bare feet on the floor. The two giants, who weighed as much as a ton of weight, moved forward silently like ghosts.

The giants saluted the primarch.

"We brought him, my lord."

"Well, well done."

"You two brought me an unexpected surprise, Enric, Feier."

The original body nodded towards the giants and showed an emotionless smile, but during the words, Midnight Ghost seemed to show off, calling his two heirs by their first and last names in two words. .

Judging from the subtle expressions on the faces of the two steel giants, this little trick has a greater effect on them than imagined: What's more, Barbatos, standing behind Seveta, opened his mouth, Already tentatively speaking.

"You remember my name, my lord?"

"certainly."

Conrad grinned.

"Your names are special, and both of you are excellent: when I am reunited with my Legion, I always tend to prioritize trustworthy people like you, who deserve my trust."

There was no bias in the original body's words. He just said these two sentences at a steady pace and coldly, as if he was reading an experimental report.

But that's enough.

On the faces of the two Terran veterans, there was joy that even the governor could see.

"Okay, now go and do your own thing, don't forget your responsibilities."

After speaking, Conrad straightened his face and waved his hands, and the two Terran veterans also retreated with reverence on their faces: When they left, the Governor still did not hear those heavy steel battles. Boots, the harsh sound of stepping on the bluestone floor.

But Conrad could hear it.

He turned to look at the scenery outside the window, as if waiting for the two of them to go away. After a while, he turned back and looked at Sevita, who stood silently in front of him.

The original body laughed again, this time, his smile became much more lively, and he even winked at the ragged child, looking extremely friendly.

"I lied to them."

Conrad's smile was proud.

"I can remember everyone's names without having to prioritize which group I remember."

"..."

The Primarch's change of face made the Governor sitting on the throne twitch. He didn't know what to say. Instead, Sevatar, who was standing in front of the Primarch, looking up at him, responded to his words in a neither humble nor condescending manner. .

"I know."

"My spirit told me."

"..."

This somewhat hoarse voice made the governor shift his gaze and looked at the child who was perhaps only ten years old in shock: He had never thought that a mortal, especially a child, could actually remain like this in front of a character like the Midnight Ghost. Calm mind.

Was Nostramo under his rule so crouching tiger, hidden dragon?

On the contrary, Midnight Ghost himself did not seem surprised by Sevita's calmness. Just as Sevita was carefully observing the Midnight Ghost in front of him, Midnight Ghost was also carefully observing the child in front of him. Not yet. Forgot to joke with him.

"Your psychic powers?"

"Shouldn't it be your crow friends who told you?"

The primarch laughed, talking to himself.

"Seriously, Sevatar: I think you prefer crows to ravens."

"..."

The boy from Nostramo blinked. He didn't understand the joke, and the Primarch looked away. He didn't expect Sevatar to understand: just like he said to himself at the beginning. Just like the [crow and dirty] joke in Yu, these are jokes that require a little experience from the future to understand.

After all, based on the current time, his brother who can also dissolve in the shadows should not have landed yet.

Thinking of this, Midnight Ghost couldn't help but shook his head, smacked his lips, and suddenly felt a kind of loneliness: no one could detect the meaning in his words, which was really an uncomfortable experience.

But Conrad's depression obviously did not infect Sevata. At this moment, the Nostramo boy was looking at the man sitting thousands of meters in the air with all his attention: even if the two giants who brought him here did not say it clearly , even though this man did not declare his family status, Savita was convinced:

He is the Midnight Ghost.

He must be the midnight ghost.

The midnight ghost is actually back.

"..."

Sevatar pursed his lips. He could feel that his throat was struggling to swallow a large mouthful of saliva. The smell of blood from the afternoon fight was still spreading unbridled inside his mouth, but None of this could suppress the excitement in his mind.

Midnight ghost...

The idol of the past, or to put it more simply: the god of the past, actually stood in front of him like this?

"Don't think of me as a god, kid."

Before Sevita could say anything, Conrad, who turned to look at the scenery, replied to him.

"You can also see me as a judge, an executioner, a tyrant, a midnight ghost, or as your genetic father and a burden when you manage the legion: these two identities may be your typical cognition in the future. .”

"In short, anything is fine, just don't regard me as a god, I will be very troubled."

The Primarch raised his neck and leaned against the frame of the window, while the Nostramo boy standing in front of Conrad was silent for a while before voicing the question in his mind.

"If you were not a god, how could you quell the chaos in Nostramo?"

"Before you arrived, the world had been sinking in crime and chaos for almost thousands of years. Generations of people have been accustomed to this: but it only took you a few years to change everyone's perception. I know that your achievements are the same as those of gods, Midnight Ghost."

"Have I changed?"

Conrad tilted his head and looked at the little guy who always appeared in his visions. He pointed at the gorgeous neon lights outside the window.

"Or: If I really am a god, if I have really changed the world, then why did Nostramo return to the ghostly appearance it is now?"

"..."

"I'm not a god, little one, and I haven't succeeded in changing this place."

"So now I have to come back and clean up this mess that I created."

"..."

Sevatar stopped talking.

Conrad sneered: he knew very well that the future Prince of Crows might have a hundred ways to refute the words of the Primarch, but he would still fail, not to mention the immature one now. The little guy is, at best, a crow's cub.

In such a relaxed atmosphere, Conrad began to wait, waiting for what words Sevita could finally say.

The boy was silent for a moment.

"Midnight Ghost, do you mean that you are going to use blood and killing to pacify Nostramo again like you did before, peeling off the skins of those noble members and hanging them on the spire?"

"Maybe."

Conrad frowned.

"That's going to be a big project."

The boy nodded, his tone now very serious.

"So, you brought those steel giants who call themselves the Night Lords to help you with a big project: and the reason why you brought me here is because you want me to join this project?"

"Why do you think so?"

Facing the original body's question, Sevatar paused for a moment before spreading his hands indifferently.

"Because the world is full of damned people, midnight ghosts, and if you massacre a city block, you may kill up to ten innocent people: so you and your Iron Giants may be busy for a long time, It will even be busy until my generation grows up.”

"As for me, although I don't know the specific reasons, I am indeed born stronger than my peers, run faster, and am better at killing people: I think this may be the reason why you like me. Your Iron Giants also said that I am a good prospect, maybe I am suitable for this job."

"I don't mind working for you, Midnight Ghost. You are much better than those powerful people."

"Where is the strength?"

The Primarch seemed to be very interested in the answer to this question, but Sevatar answered it without any hesitation.

"Aren't you afraid of death?"

The Primarch laughed and pointed to the lights on the spiers.

"Among the nobles of Nostramo, there are some who are not afraid of death."

"This is different."

The boy shook his head.

"I can feel, Midnight Ghost: You regard some things in your heart as more important than life. When you face those things and the choice of life, you will not beg them to keep your life."

"..."

"As for those powerful people, they are not afraid of death."

"They're just taking their own lives."

"..."

The Primarch smiled at this answer.

Then, he called Sevatar to his side, held him against the window, and watched the shadowy Quintis Nest with the child of Nostramo.

"You know how I'm going to clean up this city, little one?"

"With those steel giants of yours?"

"They are called Astartes, they are called Warriors Astartes. I have a whole legion of Warriors Astartes under my command. There are thirty or forty thousand of them. They can accomplish many things. They are called Midnight Lord."

"..."

"Can I also become a Night Lord?"

"What do you think?"

The Primarch did not look at Sevatar, but the boy became excited at his words.

"Sevita, do you know how I reunited with my warriors?"

"On the war zone?"

"No."

Conrad shook his head.

"We are not reunited on the battlefield, we are reunited in a galaxy: a concept you don't know yet. There is no war or more accidents. I summoned all my legions in the wasteland of another world, There were probably tens of thousands of people, and they passed in front of me in a phalanx, and finally formed a large, overwhelming phalanx."

"I stood on a high platform higher than you think, and said some words to them, some insignificant words, feeling the look in their eyes and what they were thinking in their minds, and then, I did the first thing after reuniting with them.”

"I told them that now, I need some of them to execute an order. I didn't say what the specific content of the order was, and I didn't say how many people I needed. I just told them to sign up freely, and I would be there at a certain time. Registration will close after the number of people has reached the limit.”

"..."

"Midnight Ghost, do you want to know who is the most loyal to you?"

"It's not loyalty: it's just an innocuous little test."

"And just like that, I selected two thousand people."

Conrad smiled, tracing circles on the sky with his finger.

"I divided these two thousand people into a thousand groups that acted in pairs, and then dropped them on the surface of Nostramo under the cover of night. It was probably a few days ago. They came one after another. arrived here: their mission is to observe the situation here as much as possible and mark those families and gangs who have committed unforgivable crimes. In the next purge, these marked guys will be the first to fall. .”

"Then they will be exhausted."

The boy laughed.

"You should ask them to mark all five nests so that nothing is missed."

"Things have to come one at a time."

The primarch narrowed his eyes.

"After they finish all this, the large army should also arrive: I will divide my large army into several groups, divide the corresponding areas in the hive, and let them stay in the corresponding areas. activities, I will identify them in the results of their cleaning, are these warriors worthy of my further trust and drive?"

"I will let the most old-school and cruel warriors go to the spires of the nobles to avoid slipping through the net: I still remember the names of those nobles until now. Some of them died under my claws, while others Some of them knelt at my feet at dinner.”

"The Gloomy One, the Silver-Winged Wight, the Trembling Teeth, the Lamenting Duchess Ilgana, the Starflower Descendant Baltheus, the Lord of Death Tiberion, and..."

"Oh, the Skarlewock family."

The Primarch smiled and stretched out his fingers to pick out his ears.

"When I returned to this world, the name of this family kept ringing in my ears over and over again. How could I forget their names: after all, they specially send airships to the hive city all the time. I kept talking about that boring news."

Beside the primarch, the boy from Nostramo laughed silently.

Of course he knew what the words from the Midnight Ghost's mouth meant: As one of the ancient families that rose most rapidly after the departure of the Midnight Ghost, the Skalywock family has been doing its best to use various means to expand its influence on various occasions. force.

In the past few days, because the eldest son of this family was about to be named an earl, the names of this noble boy and his family were heard over and over again in various places in the nest city.

What's that kid's name?

"Jando-Scalewalk."

The original body spoke out, answering the question in Sevatar's mind.

"You can also call him the Tattooed Earl, but you don't need to care about this person: well, whether it is the Skalywock family or any of the people I mentioned above, if their bodies do not appear in the next morning In the sunshine, then I have to think carefully about whether the soldiers in charge of those areas are worthy of my continued trust?"

"..."

Sevatar fell silent. Midnight Ghost's words made him happy, but there was also something in them that made him feel doubtful.

"The sun hasn't appeared in Nostramo for a long time, Midnight Ghost."

"Yeah, I know."

Conrad nodded.

"Even during my reign there was little sunshine: but now it is different and I have found a way to bring it."

"...What is it?"

"Psychic energy."

Conrad nodded Sevatar's head.

"It's all this stuff in your head."

"..."

"Psychic energy cannot bring sunshine."

"That's because you're not strong enough."

Midnight Ghost grinned.

"Do you know what a true psychic power looks like, Sevatar?"

"They are the gods in your mouth, the gods in legends. They can do anything you imagine. They can reverse the flow of time, reshape the system of the world, and play with life and death. Their lives are like It’s an ancient fairy tale.”

"And among these powerful psychics, the most powerful ones can even control the life and death of a world by their own power: they can throw a world into the space they create, and change the time flow of the entire world. Accelerate it a hundred times to satisfy their ideas. And they can also deviate the orbit of the satellite above this world to eliminate the solar eclipse, so that the satellite will no longer block the sun's light on the world, and let the sunlight shine on the world again."

"..."

Sevatar's eyes widened. Of course he didn't understand the knowledge of astronomy, but through the meaning of the last sentence in Midnight Ghost's words, he quickly understood something.

"You mean..."

"Yes."

Conrad smiled. He didn't know where he took out a pair of sunglasses for Sevita, and put them on his eyes without any explanation. At the same time, he also put one on himself. Before the Nostramo boy could react, The Midnight Ghost had already brought him to the side of the Planet Governor, and put a layer of protection on the Governor's eyes.

"Through precise calculations and long-term psychic energy reserves, a powerful psyker can temporarily make the satellite leave and then set a new orbit for it. This is a major project that can be regarded as top-notch in the galaxy. But Fortunately, I happen to know someone who can carry out such a big project."

"..."

Sevatar wanted to say something, but a rumble in the sky interrupted him.

On the other side, Midnight Haunter spoke to the Governor.

"Remember what I just said, Bolius: start recording now."

"From this moment forward."

"..."

The Governor seemed to have said something, but Savita was no longer in the mood to listen. He rushed to the window as quickly as possible.

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The darkness disappeared.

Without any relief or any early warning, the dark clouds hanging over Nostramo, the huge satellite that once blocked the sunlight, and various phenomena that are difficult for any astrophysicist to explain, are absolutely inevitable. And in the face of the purest violence, it dissolves like dust.

At that moment, the sun came out.

At that moment, all darkness became invisible.

In the sky of Nostramo, the ultimate sunlight shines on the city of Quintis, accompanied by absolute incandescence, absolute heat, absolute silence, and hysterical torment under the silence: countless darkness. The mob trembled because of this moment, thinking it was the coming of judgment. The boldest ones looked up at the sun, but soon their eyes burned and shed painful blood from looking directly at the divine light.

Everything is just like it was ten years ago, when the Lord of Mankind first arrived.

But this time, the light seemed to be even more ruthless, much more ruthless.

Because under the light, there are some black spots that people cannot see. They are like broken meteor showers, falling quickly under the extreme heat, like the world-destroying fire rain dropped by the gods in mythology.

Counts, tens, hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands, in the blink of an eye, dense black dots appeared from the sun and fell to the ground: It was not until this moment that people discovered that they were not fragments of meteorites. But there are huge creations one after another that are difficult for them to understand.

Only those with the best memories can realize what these creations were: from these came the great warriors who came into the world with the Lord of Mankind just ten years ago.

That's the Legion's drop pod.

Thousands of airdrop pods, enough to carry an entire legion.

The next moment, a large number of warriors swarmed out of the airdrop pod. Without exception, they wore dark blue armor with symbols of blood, skulls and lightning. Their faces and pupils were hidden behind the ferocious helmets. , their appearance could not be seen clearly, but the sharp claws and swords in their hands told the only purpose of their trip.

Holding a sword in one hand and a list made of parchment in the other, thousands of warriors looked at this sinful city with a ruthless attitude. They knew their mission, and they had no resistance to such a mission.

Because that's their mission.

Because they are proud of it.

Because their arrival itself illustrates a truth.

Here, there is no cure.

Only blood can bring salvation.

Only blood can wash away new life.

And after countless eras, there will be such descriptions about their arrival and the beginning of blood and fire.

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In the middle of the night.

Under the scorching sun.

In the most glorious light.

The Midnight Legion has arrived.

I added a little more later, so if you find large-scale garbled characters, you don’t need to mention it in the comment area, just refresh it.

It’s happened so many times, I think everyone is still used to it, so there’s no need to comment in the comment area???