Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch

"There is no real death. Death is just the law of change. Whether you need it or not, Conrad, I forgive you."

--"If even a sinner like me can be forgiven, then where is justice, father."

The Primarch, with a grim smile on his face, held up the head of the ten-thousand-year-old veteran of the Black Legion with one hand, and the blood of the fallen warrior dripped onto the ground along the gaps between his fingers.

The appearance of the Primarch Conrad Curze cast a shadow of fear in the hearts of everyone present.

Everyone seemed very nervous and uneasy, even Horus and Lorgar were no exception.

The Night King may not be the most capable of fighting among the Primarchs, but he definitely knows how to bring fear to the enemy.

No one can figure out Curze's true thoughts. For example, now, everyone is wary of his next move, thinking that he is about to start a massacre.

But at this time, Curze is recalling his dying conversation with the Emperor ten thousand years ago.

Curze died ten thousand years ago, at the hands of an assassin.

But to be more precise, he killed himself with his own hands, declaring the final judgment on that sinful self.

Curze has tasted the deepest evil of mankind, and he kills all sinners. But unlike what most people know, Curze was not so cruel and bloodthirsty from the beginning.

Before he left his home planet, Curze ruled his home planet for decades. Although he had a zero-tolerance attitude towards sinners, the criminal law he enacted was incredibly lenient.

At that time, Curze only punished sinners. For most innocent people, he was a fair and merciful monarch.

Under his rule, the sinful planet where Curze landed was transformed by him into a beautiful world with a crime rate close to zero.

In order to better rule his home planet, Curze defined himself as two roles-a fair leader and a wandering soul chasing murderers at midnight.

But with the opening of the Great Crusade, Curze returned to the Emperor.

In the battle of the galaxy, he was deeply tortured by prophecy and sin.

Under the double pressure, he suffered from severe dissociative identity disorder, and from then on he became two people - Conrad Curze and Night Haunter.

The impact of the dual personality on him was even more serious than the psychic vision.

The struggle between Curze and Night Haunter lasted until the last moment of his life.

There was a fundamental contradiction between the two.

Curze only punished sinners, but Night Haunter enjoyed the pleasure of killing.

Throughout his life, Night Haunter was like a nightmare in Curze's mind, chasing him.

It was not until the day of his death that Curze delivered a fatal blow to Night Haunter.

Mortal assassins cannot kill a Primarch.

Before he died, he told the assassin his truest thoughts,

"I only punish sinners, just like your Emperor is trying to punish me now, death is nothing compared to washing away the grievances."

Curze forced himself to stay still and let the assassin complete the task.

At the last moment of his life, Conrad Tech finally made the final judgment on the Night Haunter. He proved with his actions that no one could escape his judgment, not even the sinful himself.

After that, his soul returned to the throne. The Emperor never restricted his freedom, but Curze still trapped himself in front of the throne.

Ten thousand years of solitude is also a self-redemption exile.

But this is not just a waste of time. Ten thousand years of reflection have made him a brand new person.

He has become different from the past. Not only has he figured out a lot of things, but he has also become stronger.

Curze raised his head, opened his arms, and let out a barely detectable sigh.

Just such a slight move made the people present feel like they were facing a great enemy.

Horus and Lorgar stared at him intently. They knew Conrad Curze, so they did not doubt the mental state of this brother at all.

Although Curze did not turn to Chaos, his past performance was more crazy than the believers of Chaos.

In the shocked eyes of the two betraying Primarchs, the light on the battlefield dimmed quickly, as if in an instant, the transition from day to midnight was completed.

Curze had been jealous of Clarks because he was favored by the shadow.

When he let go of this knot in his heart, he found that he had completely embraced the night.

The visibility on the battlefield was reduced to the extreme, almost to the point where you couldn't see your hand in front of you, and this darkness was different from ordinary. Even the torch-like eyes of the Primarchs could not break through this night.

The Great Speaker Lorgar raised the scepter in his hand, and there was a red fireball in his hand, and he was cautiously alert to the surroundings.

He didn't know from which angle Curze would suddenly appear, but in this environment, he could only wait carefully.

Suddenly, Lorgar's ears moved slightly, and he heard something.

It was a heavy and brisk footsteps, and the owner of the footsteps was extraordinary and heroic. It could only be one of the Primarchs present.

The distance between the opponent and him was getting closer and closer, and maybe they would meet in a few seconds.

Luo Jia held his breath, he silently estimated the time in his heart, and the psychic spell in his hand continued to accumulate energy.

If the other party was an enemy, he would undoubtedly withstand his most violent attack.

Finally, footsteps appeared several meters away, and the figure of the man slowly emerged from the night.

Luo Jia's eyes penetrated the darkness of several meters and looked at the other party carefully.

The man was as tall as him, with a thin body, snow-white skin, black hair, and a pair of steel wings behind him.

He was standing quietly in the darkness, watching him silently like a dying raven.

"Kraks?!" Luojia suddenly burst into a slightly frightened scream, "Why are you here?!"

Without any hesitation, the Word Bearer immediately threw the flame in his hand at the opponent almost instinctively.

And turned around and ran.

Luo Jia knew very well that the probability of the Crow King appearing here was very low, but it was by no means zero.

He could bet that the person was not the Crow King, but he could not bet that the person was the Crow King.

Luo Jia's neck still hurts when she thinks of the Lord of Dark Crows.

"This bastard!"

Horus gritted his teeth and cursed in a low voice. He waved his hand to scatter the psychic flames that Luojia was throwing at him.

Looking at the back of the other party escaping hastily, Horus could understand that the other party might have seen some kind of psychic illusion.

But he still felt disdainful that Luojia, as the original body, could lose his reason due to fear.

Suddenly, Horus noticed that the faint light around him began to disappear, and he could hardly see anything.

This situation actually made him foresee Coze's arrival.

Horus first felt something light flashing past him on the right side behind him. He turned his head suddenly, but the thing had long since disappeared.

Then it appeared on his left side again, as light as a feather, making a soft sound in the air before disappearing completely again.

Horus looked around and found no trace of him.

He seemed to understand where the other party was hiding, so he raised his head, and the darkness slowly parted in his eyes, revealing a pale face.

There was no trace of warmth in those pure black eyes that could see the future.

"Horus, you should have died long ago." Konrad Curze's whisper echoed.

"We all deserve to die, then why did you show up!" Horus growled.

Coze smiled, "No comment."

He stepped back and disappeared into the night again.

Horus knew Curze's fighting style well, so he leaned against the wall and waited for the midnight ghost to pounce on him.

But Curze's figure suddenly emerged from the wall behind him, and the steel claws pierced his lower back.

"I just terrorized the worlds, and you rejected me and called me a devil. And you, Horus, murdered the empire and murdered the hope of mankind." Coze whispered in Horus's ear,

"My notoriety is unknown to everyone, and the enemy surrendered without any bloodshed. But you raised the flag of betrayal high and let the flames of war ignite the entire galaxy."

Curze's sharp claws continued to exert force, trying to pierce into Horus's body, "But why is this happening, brother? Why is it that I have no shame to set foot on the stars again, but you are still shamelessly swaggering through the city?"

Horus grabbed Curze's claws and, after a stalemate, successfully threw him away.

And when he wanted to continue the pursuit, Coze disappeared again.

"That's why I want to atone for my sins." Horus gritted his teeth and said, "Don't you see the end of the future with your eyes? I will change that future, even if I give everything I have . I will save my past mistakes and bring a better future to mankind!”

"It's so noble." Kurtz whispered in the darkness.

Horus was silent. He knew that no matter what he said at this time, the other party would not believe it.

But he firmly believes that he is right, and everything in the future will confirm his point of view.

Suddenly, he heard something coming out of the darkness again.

Horus turned around and looked around, and at first he could only see a vague outline. The man was only about two meters tall.

But when that person actually appeared, Horus's body trembled slightly and unnoticeably.

The other party's appearance is exactly the same as mine, like a miniature version of myself, or in other words, it is myself.

It was the self who had not yet left the home planet and had not yet come into contact with the Emperor ten thousand years ago.

Horus was just stunned for a moment, and then quickly understood what was going on.

"Koz, is this another new trick you've learned?" he asked with a sneer.

"No, I am you." The man replied, "The reason why you can see me is because of the fear in your heart."

"Am I afraid?" Horus sneered, "Then you really don't understand me. I have never been afraid of anything."

"Then why did you see me?" The other party's figure gradually distorted, becoming the appearance of Coze again.

"Horus, for a long time in the past, I have been jealous of you, not only you, but also Sanguinius, Krax, the Lion, Guilliman, Dorne. You are so lucky, and So perfect," Coates continued,

"I'm not as lucky as you. Even if you are lost in the galaxy, you can still have a wonderful time on your home planet."

"But I'm the complete opposite. My nutrition cabin crashed into the depths of the ground. No one ever taught me what was right. It even took me a long time to crawl out of the ground." Coze did not continue to attack. He told Horus about the past, just like a pair of long-lost brothers standing together to reminisce.

"I was so hungry that, like all beasts, I ate the first man I met. It was a Nostramo criminal, and he feasted on his flesh and brains, and At the same time, I was savoring his memories piece by piece.”

"I saw him commit robberies and murders. I saw him kill his father for a woman. But you know what's the funniest thing?"

Conrad Coates laughed disdainfully, "The most interesting thing is that he thinks that the evil things he did are all reasonable."

The pale face of the midnight ghost suddenly appeared in front of Horus, but he did not attack.

"You are all like this. You all think what you do is reasonable." He pointed at Horus and smiled sharply.

"Look at you, Horus. You are more moral, kinder, and more sincere than a filthy Primarch like me."

"No, I never thought of it that way." Horus shook his head in denial.

"No, that's what you think!"

Curze suddenly growled at Horus, "I can see your fear, remember?"

"Remember Cageton? Your adoptive father. You managed to kill a Tech-Priest of the Adeptus Mechanicus, but it brought disaster to your order and your adoptive father died. But it wasn't your fault "It's your adoptive father's fault. Who asked him to set such rules?"

As he spoke, Coze's figure once again transformed into Horus's past appearance. At this time, he was over three meters tall and looked high-spirited.

This is what Horus looked like when he was Warmaster of the Empire.

"I maintained an open attitude and accepted Interrex and alien civilization, but I had to destroy them. This is not my fault, it is Erebus's fault."

"It's not my fault that I betrayed the Empire and the Lord of Humanity."

"I have the best intentions, but there are traitors who interfere with them."

"No, no, no, how can I be wrong?" He smiled crazily, "I am Horus Luperkar, and I never make mistakes."

Horus was silent. He looked at himself who had transformed from the midnight ghost in front of him, dancing and making extremely exaggerated movements. Sad emotions appeared in his eyes unconsciously.

But at this moment, the other party will focus on him again,

"Come on, Horus, say it with me now. I am Horus Luperkar, this is not my fault, I am Horus."

"Shut up!"

The real Horus roared, "You know nothing about me or the future I hope for!"

"Really? Then why were you seduced by Chaos?" Cozz suddenly came up, his pale face almost right in front of Horus's eyes, and he looked at him with a pair of pure black eyes, as if he wanted to see the most beautiful thing in the world. practical thinker

"Tell me, is it really because of the betrayal of someone close to you? Is it really because of the tricks of the gods?"

"Or," Cozzi said one word after another, "is there a devil living in your heart?"

"I told you to shut up!" Horus roared angrily. He swung the huge Worldbreaker war hammer and smashed it into Curze's face.

But as his hammer fell, Curze in front of him disappeared like a bubble.

"Pfft!——"

The sound of the sharp weapon penetrating the armor and piercing the flesh was heard, and Curze's figure emerged from the darkness beside Horus.

The blood of demigods flowed out, and the sharp claws in Curze's hands had already pierced Horus's abdomen.

As Curze's palm continued to rotate, Horus felt unbearable cramping pain in his abdomen.

At this time,

"At some point you will become arrogant, gullible, and no longer as calm and wise as before. Do you know why? Because you are afraid."

"You're afraid that you're wrong, you're afraid that you've done something wrong, you're afraid that you're not good enough, so you'll find any excuse just to numb yourself."

"You are indeed never afraid, because what you fear is none other than yourself."

Horus, enduring severe pain, heard Curze's whisper echoing in his ears.