Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch

When the Primarch was born, Konrad Curze, like other Primarchs, was scattered throughout the galaxy, and he was born on the mining planet Nostramo V.

Curze seemed very unlucky. This planet might be the most unsuitable place for a demigod baby to grow up in the galaxy. After all, although the home worlds of other Primarchs also have the same or even worse ecological environment, at least the malice comes from outside the crowd.

In comparison, although Mortarion's home world Barbarus is full of unbearable poison, the people of Barbarus are always united. When Mortarion led them to resist the tyrant, this sense of unity was particularly strong.

Although Baal, where Sanguinius is located, is full of deadly radiation. But the people of Baal are still compassionate and can accept Sanguinius with wings behind him.

And what really makes Nostramo a hell is precisely the people living there.

On Nostramo V, other people are hell.

Since the adamantium trade of this mining planet is strictly controlled by the upper class, most people in Nostramo are forced to do whatever it takes to survive.

Crime is commonplace for them, and killing and sharing food to fill their stomachs is just a trivial daily routine.

The people here have long lost their conscience.

In such a world, naturally no one teaches Curz the correct values. The young Curz seeks justice - but sadly, he doesn't understand justice at all. Curz, who grew up alone, doesn't understand why justice is important, nor does he know how to achieve justice.

He is like a blind man looking for the light of justice in the dark world, but the final conclusion is that crime is evil, and the opposite of evil is justice.

And the only way he implements justice is fear and killing.

He seeks justice like a reckless beast, but only finds the most superficial literal understanding of justice.

The result is that he will only use the simplest and crudest way to punish evil.

So he uses fear as a weapon to dominate Nostramo. Whether it is petty theft or murder and robbery, it is a dead end in Curz's eyes.

And this death must be bloody and unique enough.

Only in this way can he achieve his goal of alerting justice.

Until now, fear is still the most convenient and trusted weapon of Curze.

Sometimes Curze would also think about what effect those sinners would have when facing weapons made of fear.

This doubt finally came true today.

When the Night Lord of the Uta world threatened him with a style of action similar to his.

When Curze really faced the enemy's weapons made of fear - he said he didn't feel anything, and even wanted to laugh.

"My lord. Our fleet has broken through the defensive weapons in the orbit of the Uta system." The commander of the Imperial Fleet had a clear tremor in his voice.

He had just worked with the Lord of the Night not long ago, and when facing this Primarch, he had not yet overcome the fear in his heart.

"Do you land on the Uta planet in person? The warriors will follow your steps." The commander suggested to Curze.

"No need." Curze stood on the side of the giant ship, overlooking the planet that was three times the size of Terra.

"Those who fight monsters should be careful, lest they become monsters themselves. I have suffered from it, and now it is time for me to tell others this truth." Curze's hoarse voice lingered in the corridor, like a bat in a midnight cave flashing a pair of flesh wings.

"What?" The commander did not hear what he said clearly, so he plucked up the courage to ask him again.

But when he raised his head again, the Lord of the Night had disappeared without a trace.

The commander was left standing there alone, at a loss, not knowing what to do next.

As the blood of Curze, the Night Lords often thought that their original master was a madman.

But in fact, Curze was not only a madman, but more importantly, until the last moment of his life, his heart was still entangled between justice and cruelty.

Curze has been seeking justice all his life. Ten thousand years ago, he was killed by a mortal assassin of the Imperial Assassin's Court. Rather than saying that the Emperor ordered him to be killed, it is better to say that he issued the last judgment on the sinner.

And the sinner sentenced to death was himself.

When Curze's personality was completely dominated by the Midnight Ghost, he looked down on his own legion in various ways.

And the Midnight Lords also insulted their Primarch without hesitation. The Count of Tattoo even bluntly described Curze as a giant baby with mental disorders.

But this does not mean that there is no affection between Curze and the Midnight Lords.

When Curze was killed by a mortal assassin and the Midnight Lords were scattered all over the galaxy, most of the Midnight Lords were reunited with just a video of the Primarch's life.

The Midnight Lords may be unforgivable sinners, but when they see Curze in the video, they will still kneel on the ground in sadness and whisper,

-"Long live, Lord of the Night."

The commander of the Midnight Lords of Uta, Tors, has lost contact with the Brotherhood for a long time. They don't know what major events have happened in the Empire in recent years.

Although many Midnight Lords claim that they will not be infected by Chaos, Tors knows that they have been played by Chaos.

Tors despises those weak brothers.

He stayed away from other Night Lords and came to the remote world of Uta with those Night Lords who disdained Chaos as much as he did.

This is a lost world that even the Imperial Star Torch cannot shine upon. It is well hidden and is suitable for the Night Lords to recuperate here.

Even Torsi, they were accidentally involved in this world during a subspace storm.

They used fear to rule this place easily, and used this world as their base camp to continuously expand the will of the Night Lords.

Dozens of nearby lost worlds far away from the Star Torch are now under their reign of terror.

The fear that the Primarch taught them in the past has now become an unbreakable bond, firmly linking these worlds together.

"Our anti-aircraft weapons have been destroyed again." A Midnight Lord wearing black and blue power armor, with red light emitting from the helmet's eyes, came behind Thors.

Torsi turned to look at his men, "Then let us leave some fear worth remembering for this imperial fleet. In this place where the star torch cannot convey, we will easily defeat them, and then send the double-headed eagle to The seals are stuffed into their stomachs, waiting for any lucky person to discover our masterpiece."

But not long after Torsi made his bold statement.

The sky in Uta World suddenly darkened at an extremely fast speed.

Torsi looked at the sky in confusion. He was surprised by the sudden change in the sky, hoping to catch the light of the stars in space through the deep night.

But it's a pity that the sky suddenly darkened, like a thick curtain with no light shining through.

"Lord Torsi, the Sikana brothers are missing." Night Lord Saka suddenly reported in the communication voice.

Torsi turned his gaze to the southwest, surrounded by deep darkness. He could only rely on intuition to find the location where the Night Lord named Sikana was stationed.

"Missing?" Thors chewed the word over and over, but he couldn't taste the flavor that could be associated with the Night Lord.

"Be specific, Seka."

"I can't be more specific, Brother Commander." The Night Lord replied, "He did not reply to the hourly routine call. We heard his heart-rending screams from the team's voice. But when we When we went to investigate, we found no trace of him—not even his body."

"Other than the screams he made before disappearing, we still haven't found anything about him."

"And all this happened after the whereabouts of Spera, Gesut, and Talal were unknown?!" In the communication voice, Torsi's voice became angry,

"In other words, after this damn night fell, we lost four brothers almost at the same time?! Four Night Lords disappeared without a trace? It's simply ridiculous!"

"We have lost four brothers?!" A shocked voice came from the communication voice,

"So what do we do next?"

Saka confirmed to Torsi again.

Torsi's right hand exerted slight force, and the sharp steel claws popped out from the surface of the steel glove. Even though the night of this world had blocked all light, the cruel claw blades were still shining.

He walked down the stairs, "If they didn't leave us together, then there is only one explanation - it's the minions of Chaos who are doing it. The dirty and despicable subspace creatures still haven't given up chasing us."

Just as they were talking, a loud scream came from the public communication channel again.

The one who screamed was a Night Lord. This warrior seemed to have seen the most terrifying thing in his life, completely losing his usual dignity.

Before this, Thors had never imagined hearing such a scream from the Night Lord's mouth. The sound was sharp, lengthy, and full of fear.

The scream lasted for more than ten seconds, and the fear contained in it disturbed all the Night Lords.

Torsi looked at the audio recognition system, which showed that the voice came from the Night Lord Keira.

"Kas, Alga" Torsi fluently called the names of the nearest warriors.

"Start the search. All brothers are on alert, keeping an eye on slaves and civilians."

The four Night Lords arrived at the location where the Night Lord Keira screamed a minute later. During this minute, Thors was pacing uneasily.

"Kayla is dead," someone reported on the communication channel.

"Dead? Isn't he missing this time?" Torsi asked.

"It's absolutely true, he's dead." The man repeated, "I think you need to take a look for yourself, brother."

When Torsi arrived at the scene, the first thing he noticed was not the blood and broken limbs on the ground, nor the fragments of power armor that had been torn into pieces.

But the civilians here.

A dozen civilians stood on the roadside in fear. They were just passing by, but they happened to bump into what was happening here. Their heads were lowered, but their eyes could not help but look at the wreckage of the Night Lord.

"Why are they still alive?" Torsi asked puzzledly in the communication voice.

But no one answered him, because the other Night Lords were also confused.

"Brother, I think we all need further observation before drawing any conclusions."

The markings on the armor fragments on the ground confirmed that the wreckage on the ground indeed belonged to their Night Lord brothers.

Keira's death was extremely tragic. If it weren't for this mark, even with the observation ability of the Space Marines, he couldn't be accurately identified.

Not only was he skinned, his body was also dismembered, his internal organs were pulled out, and his intestines were wrapped around his neck, tying his bloody body to the pillar next to him like a dog.

"It turned out to be like this." A legion soldier muttered to himself.

"What did you find?" asked Toulsi.

"I think we all heard his screams." The legion soldier explained, "That means he was still alive at that time. I mean, he could have been killed directly, but he deliberately let us hear his screams before he died. This style of behavior is like..."

"Like us?" Although Toulsi was asking, his tone revealed certainty.

"They must have witnessed everything that happened here." Toulsi looked at the civilians standing on the side of the road, who were holding hammers and crowbars for work in their hands.

"Before we arrived, they were already here, and it is impossible that they knew nothing about this place."

Toulsi walked towards the civilian closest to him.

The Lord of Midnight ruled the world with fear. The civilian trembled all over, fearing the giant in front of him.

"Do you know what caused everything here?"

The civilian nodded uneasily.

"Tell me what you saw."

"It was the ghost, sir." The civilian replied, looking up, and for the first time in his life, he looked directly at the Lord of Midnight without any reservation.

Because from the questioning of the giant in front of him, the civilian realized that these giants who spread fear were also afraid at this time.

"The evil spirits found him and peeled off his skin."

"It must be the devil." Hearing this answer, the legion warriors of the Midnight Lords raised the claw blades in their hands, "They came to our door."

"Then how did they avoid our sight?" asked Tols, "Except for the Imperial Fleet in the galaxy, we did not detect any invaders - it can't be the human fleet that released the devil into this world."

"Maybe it's the hidden cultists." The warrior continued, "Chaos is pervasive."

"Who summoned it? How could this demon let the civilians go? Why does a demon imitate our style, and it would rather attack the legion warriors in armor than torture these mortals?"

"There are too many things that don't make sense." Tols shook his head.

He looked at the civilians again, but a horrifying scene appeared in his eyes - those civilians did not look at him, or more accurately, these civilians looked past them and were staring straight behind them.