Warhammer: Opening is a Crisis of Doom

The firelight on the battlefield reflected the golden armor, setting off a perfect outline.

The white wings are extremely majestic, just like the wings of an eagle, and each feather is shining with brilliance.

The long golden hair fluttered in the wind.

The crystal-cut Eye of Terra sits at the center of the golden breastplate.

A face that should only be recorded in the book and stored in the data machine appeared in the eyes of everyone on the battlefield. If they saw it with their own eyes, no one would dare to believe that this scene was real.

No longer a cold sculpture, no longer a soulless image, but a living existence.

Like the sun in the desert, shining in the light of noon, showing fiery power in the light.

The blood angels, demons and wizards who participated in the battle were all stunned.

His sense of presence was unparalleled, like a storm that swept across, shaking everyone's hearts.

The battlefield in the entire hall seemed to have been cast a silent spell.

The flames of war have been burning all over the starry sky.

The battle between the Empire and the Traitors has raged, with both sides unleashing star-crushing attacks in an attempt to kill each other for good.

The hall was completely silent, except for the echo from the outside world, there was no sound, which was extremely strange.

All the people present, no matter friends or foes, expressed awe from the heart.

They witnessed the arrival of the legend.

"Sanguinius." Ahriman said the identity of the comer in horror. As a polymath and prophet in the Thousand Sons Legion, he did not foresee that Sanguinius would appear on the battlefield.

The other party was like a ghost independent of the thread of fate, appearing abruptly and inserted into it.

The two heads of Carlos, the life-weaver who fell on the ground, stared at Sanguinius, also showing astonishment.

He knew a little more than Ahriman.

He knew that Thirteen's father and son had been trying to revive Number Nine.

There was indeed a storm on the Devon planet.

But how did No. 9 cross the vast ocean and appear here without anyone noticing! !

Has the empire already mastered the means of hiding in the warp! !

This is not good news.

Sanguinius looked at Ahriman, and when he saw the former traitor, there was endless anger in his compassionate eyes.

During the Battle of Terra, the Thousand Sons Legion led by Ahriman played an irreplaceable role for Horus' army.

Without their sorcery, Horus would not be able to send his huge fleet directly into the inner solar system, bypassing the safety line.

"Ariman, long time no see, it's time to settle your sins."

The light flowed, weaving into a sharp spear in Sanguinius' hands.

The spear had a cold light, full of killing intent.

After being separated from Guilliman on Devon, Sanguinius quickly rushed to Prospero on a ship isolated from warp prying eyes.

With the current technology of the empire, he easily crossed the vast ocean and caught up with the battle group of the Blood Angels.

It's just that he never showed up, but hid in the dark, observing the blood angels who had been separated for thousands of years.

I want to see, after such a long time, whether the Blood Angel has forgotten the original intention of the past.

Fortunately, no.

The Blood Angels remain loyal to the Empire as always, and are still fighting for humanity.

After learning of the existence of the Death Company, Sanguinius also felt guilty for a while.

It was his fault that so many of the Sons of Baal were driven to rage, turned into wild beasts, and held by their brothers in chains and cages.

Fortunately, there is still a chance to redeem everything now.

The sorcerous light shone, and a beast-like growl sounded.

As the wind blew, a Tzeentch demon raised his scepter and tried to sneak attack the Archangel.

Sanguinius moved, but no one could see his movement clearly.

The spear in his hand came out, nailing the demon directly to the wall.

The arcane light turned into raging flames, causing the demon to burn up and let out a scream.

Carlos the Destiny Weaver got up, the astonishment on the faces of the two bird-shaped heads had not subsided, and there were countless puzzles in his heart, and no one answered him.

The direction of fate somehow became fragmented.

According to the original trajectory of fate, Sanguinius shouldn't be here.

From the looks of it, Guilliman's awakening brought about too many changes.

Make the future unpredictable and extremely chaotic.

"You are just a remnant of the past, a testament to your father's failures. You shouldn't be here, Primarch. There is no place for you in the future." Carlos pondered.

"Fate is not up to your master, devil. You should see if you can get out of here alive today." Sanguinius said indifferently: "You will die here, this is my declaration, and My judgment on your fate."

Sanguinius took a step forward, and the spear that impaled the demon flew back into his hand, bursting with a glow of arcane light.

This is a weapon specially designed for warp demons.

Built with the latest technology of the empire, it can be turned into nano-molecules and stored in his armor, and then summoned when needed.

"After recovering, he became so arrogant." Carlos waved his scepter, drawing cracks that glowed in the air.

Firedancers and Horrors poured from the cracks, and the smell of brimstone filled the air.

Whispering evil words filled everyone's ears.

With a wolf head, a lizard body, tiger claws, and a crocodile tail, the Hellhound scratched and panted, let out a deep roar, and rushed towards the loyalists of the empire with its sharp claws and fangs.

The arson demon holding a crystal wand and the black-faced humanoid creature wearing a witch robe muttered strange languages ​​and released fel witchcraft.

The evil fire shrouded, and the thunder suddenly appeared.

The entire hall was filled with demons, and for a moment, the loyalists of the empire seemed weak.

Sanguinius rushed into the group of demons with a spear in hand, swept past like a storm, and brought death to them without discrimination.

The arcane spear swings up and down, unstoppable.

The body that incorporates the strongest technology is comparable to a god, and the devil is easily torn apart by him.

Sweeping all directions, no devil is his opponent.

In the face of Sanguinius' wrath, the demon's body exploded like pustules.

Wherever the arcane spear passed, corpses littered the field, and demons kept screaming.

The raging rage burns, burns away the origin of the demons, so that they will have no chance to revive.

The shackles of witchcraft on Dante were also broken.

Witnessing that invincible figure, his eyes were devout and fiery, and he didn't realize that tears were streaming down his face.

The Imperial Regent did not deceive him.

It really brought back the Archangel from the world of nothingness and death.

What a miracle this is.

Dante stood up, and the combat engine implanted in his body was turned on to the craziest state.

The heavy tomahawk swung, and there was a crackling sound in the air.

Smashed a pack of Chaos Horrors.

Any enemy who tried to stop him was torn apart by his rage.

In just a moment, there were wreckage and broken arms under his feet.

Carlos, the demon, is left to the Holy Father to deal with.

Dante set his sights on Ahriman.

It's time for this bloody traitor to pay.

"Ariman, today is your day of death." Dante roared and rushed towards him,

The two-handed battle ax danced in his hands, and every blow was made with all his strength, and the air was filled with sonic booms.

Marble and mechanical structures along the way were shattered.

Ahriman used witchcraft, and the scepter in his hand flowed witch fire.

His eyes burned with blazing incantations.

The supreme mighty power of the vast ocean was pried by him, and the flame elves and elemental incarnations whirled and danced in the air.

The empty body leaves behind a shining trail.

Ahriman's Guardian Spirit is a gigantic Seraph, one of humanity's primordial fears.

It was a ball of flesh burning with blue flames, composed of wriggling blood vessels and a huge jaw with teeth arranged like snakes.

The wings also carry flames, which are a pair of wings made of black skeletons.

"Lieyan is my servant." Ahriman gritted his teeth and hissed, "Follow my order, bless me, and everything will be burned."

The flame elements roared, and were pulled into Ahriman's body by an invisible force.

Even the huge Seraph was the same, carrying infinite power into Ahriman's body.

His body swelled up, turning into a huge Balrog.

Blue flames burned blazingly, covering his body, and his eyes also spewed flames.

Pushing forward with both hands, the flame turned into a shock beam and enveloped the rushing Dante again, but this time it failed to lift the opponent away.

An invisible shield appeared on Dante's body, distorting his witchfire.

"Poor creature kneeling at the feet of the evil god, you are not the only one who holds the secret of subspace operation." Mephiston also made a move, blessing Dante to block the opponent's witchcraft.

At the same time, he turned his will into a hammer and slammed into Ahriman's reflection in the warp.

puff!

Ahriman spurted blood.

Dante got rid of his witchfire, and the battle ax in his hand slammed into the huge Balrog incarnated by Ahriman, causing it to let out a shrill scream.

Ahriman transformed his hands again, trying to slowly lift the tomahawk that had been cut into his body.

The flaming hands exuded high-temperature air waves, and the force field of the battle ax was distorted by the power of witchcraft, making a crackling sound.

"Go to hell, traitor." Dante roared angrily, and slammed the tomahawk down.

Ahriman howled in pain.

Mephiston is also working hard, hitting the opponent's mind more violently.

Under his interference, Ahriman was unable to unleash a strong counterattack at all.

With a sudden force from Dante, the tomahawk slashed down, cutting off Ahriman's arm.

When he was screaming, he swung his tomahawk violently and chopped off his head.

Powerful psionic energy dissipated into the air.

The soul passed through the veil of reality, was thrown into the warp, and was carried away by the torrent.

The situation on Carlos' side is also very bad.

The power of the archangel is unimaginable, with the spear in his hand sweeping across, it is difficult for all armies to fight.

The little devil couldn't resist his blow at all, and was beheaded by him at will.

"You don't have to fight me, Sanguinius." Carlos was knocked back by Sanguinius, and realized that he was not an opponent, so he showed off his tongue, "The power of the ever-changing demon is beyond Imagine that chaos is the ultimate end of all things, and human resistance has only slightly delayed the coming of the inevitable."

"How many civilizations have existed throughout the ages, and how many outstanding sons of heaven have emerged. In the end, everything will return to dust, and even the ruins will no longer exist. No one sings their stories, and no one remembers their sacrifice and bravery."

"Beast, don't try to shake me with words. Today is your last song." Sanguinius launched another fierce attack, and the spear attack in his hand became more and more terrifying.

With a sound like thunder, the metal spear forged by the mighty power of the stars collided with the crystal-polished scepter.

The impact force was set off, shaking all directions, sparks and witch lights flickered.

The demon moved swiftly, and the scepter wielded endless power.

Sanguinius brandished his spear and swung to kill him, threatening to kill the weaver here.

"Your efforts are useless. Your father has failed. We know it very well. The victory must belong to Chaos. Guilliman can maintain the empire for a hundred years, a thousand years, ten thousand years, but human beings It will eventually repeat the same mistakes, and the fall of the empire is unstoppable."

"Join us, little angel, obtaining eternal life is the most important thing. You will revel with the gods until the end of the universe."

Sanguinius sneered: "Things like you are always the same, immersed in your own words and unable to extricate yourself. There is no fixed number in the universe, let alone eternity. The empire and mankind may be buried in the long river of time, but The truth will also change, and the gods will also disappear in the long river of ages."

"Humans will never succumb to monsters, even if all the stars are destroyed and the sky is burnt."

In the words, Sanguinius launched a more violent offensive.

The spear swung, heavy like a mountain, violent like thunder.

Under a series of attacks, Carlos' staff was shattered, and the two bird heads showed terrified expressions.

"No! You should think about it more."

Sanguinius didn't talk nonsense with him, and the spear in his hand pierced Carlos' body.

The power sealed in the spear came into play, slicing the demon's soul.

The strong arm exerted force suddenly, and the demon's body was picked up by the spear.

"Your horn of doom has sounded, devil, did you hear that?? The humiliation and injury of the past will be returned a hundredfold. You once fooled humans, but from now on, you will have no chance."

Following Sanguinius' words, the arcane spear burst out with more intense light, and Carlos let out a painful voice.

In the spear was the power to destroy him.

Death is not exclusive to humans.

Demons also die.

"You can't do this." Carlos said in fear: "I am a member of the Lord of Changes, and you cannot bear his anger."

Sanguinius didn't answer him, the spear in his hand slammed hard, and the demon's body was torn in two.

Flames burned on Carlos' body, consuming all of his demonic essence.

Carlos ended more tragically than Ahriman.

He can no longer be resurrected through the subspace torrent, nor can he use the mighty power of the Lord of Changes to return to the world.

However, there are endless possibilities in the subspace. If the cunning god is willing to pay enough, Carlos may be able to resurrect again.

It's just such a price, even the gods will feel distressed.

Carlos died at the hands of the Archangel.

Ahriman was also beheaded.

An ambush turned into a beheading battle, and Magnus knew that he would vomit blood from anger.

The remaining enemies are no longer sufficient.

Mephiston and the Blood Guardians harvested them efficiently.

Dante walked up to the archangel and looked at that noble face.

He got down on one knee and offered what he considered the most sublime courtesy.

"My lord." Dante's eyes filled with tears.

"There is no need for so many etiquettes." Sanguinius showed a gentle smile: "You did a good job, Dante."

"No, my lord, I don't deserve your praise." Dante said in shame: "I only almost buried Baal, and I only almost let all the holy blood children die on the Zerg battlefield."

"No, Dante, you have maintained the glory of the Blood Angels and continued the ancient spirit. Thousands of years have passed, and the empire has decayed and fallen. I thought that the Sons of the Blood Angels had forgotten their mission, but I am relieved that you did not No." Sanguinius said kindly: "You have remembered my teachings, fought for the empire, fought for mankind, and you have never slackened."

"The son of Baal never dares to forget the teachings of the archangel." Dante said.

Sanguinius nodded.

"Please move to the Holy Blood, my lord." Dante said in a pleading tone: "Every son of Baal is eager for the return of the archangel, and the presence of your lord will surely make them feel the glory forever."

Sanguinius shook his head, "You are the leader of the battle group, Dante. My return will not change this matter. You were appointed by my brother as the commander of this battle. If I appear in the Holy Blood now No, it will certainly weaken your authority. That would be foolish."

"No, my lord, it doesn't matter." Compared with his genetic father, Dante didn't care about his power.

Sanguinius stared at Dante with affirmation and praise in his eyes.

The archangel put a hand on the shoulder of the Imperial legend.

Such behavior made Dante feel extremely at ease.

His keen senses could feel the surging vitality in it.

None of this is an illusion.

Dante was afraid that all of this was a lie, a dream.

When I woke up, everything was gone.

Thankfully, it wasn't a dream.

Dante's tears are like a flood breaking a bank, and legendary heroes cry like children.

Their archangel has returned.

The scene that those lost Death Company warriors longed for was finally realized at this moment.

Watching the performance of his greatest son, Sanguinius smiled in relief, and explained the reason in a gentle voice.

"This is a new era, Dante. You and I must obey the orders of the new emperor. Guilliman is not yet the real emperor, but he will soon be. This is my father's will. I can do nothing to weaken him authoritative matter, that is wrong and contrary to the way of redemption we seek."

Dante was incomparably shocked by the words from Sanguinius' mouth.

As Regent of the Empire, Guilliman will assume the supreme power of the Empire, and he has also obtained the permission of the Emperor.

The news is amazing.

But this kind of words came from the mouth of his genetic father after all, so it is impossible to make mistakes.

"The Regent of the Empire will ascend the throne? Be the new Lord of Humanity?" Mephiston, who was also in tears, asked in a shocked tone.

Sanguinius nodded, "Yes, this is the emperor's will. He needs to fight the gods with all his strength. Humans in the real universe need a new leader. They can't make mistakes anymore. An unprecedented crisis has arrived , those evil beings hungry for a feast are trying to consume the entire universe, and we all need to serve a greater cause, sons."

"You are still the leader of the crusade this time, Dante. I will appear when you encounter a crisis or the final battle. Don't disclose my information to avoid causing any unnecessary turmoil. Don't think about anything related to me. Things, earnestly complete this crusade. Promise me, Dante, win this victory, capture Magnus, and present him as a gift to the new emperor of the empire, so that the glory of the Blood Angels will grow stronger Pen."

Dante nodded, his blood was rushing, he must not embarrass Sanguinius, he must smash Magnus' conspiracy and capture that bastard to Terra's prison.

Sanguinius swiped the spear at will, opening a subspace rift.

"Prospero, I will fight by your side."

After leaving these words, Sanguinius disappeared into the ray of light.

Dante and Mephiston glanced at each other, and both could see the firmness in each other's eyes.

The strong fire of will is burning, giving them endless motivation.

"For the Archangel," Dante whispered.

Mephiston also nodded.

Ahriman died in battle.

Many traitor warships had no leader, and soon fell into a chaotic state of not obeying each other's command.

Facing the offensive of the imperial fleet, the traitor fleet that did not cooperate soon suffered heavy casualties.

The huge crystal fortress was directly blown to pieces by a planetary destruction bomb, setting off a terrifying subspace scream in the subspace.

The Battlegroup of the Blood Angels continued to advance, and during this time those sub-groups also joined the huge battlegroup, forming a terrifying force that was unstoppable.

He is a wandering ghost.

He is the midnight judgment.

His blade will slice through your chest and eat your heart before your fearful gaze.

Don't cry, don't make a sound, for he watches you in the dark.

Don't scream, don't run, because he's right there with you.

The emergence of the Great Rift awakened many ancient beings.

For example, the Ouroboros sealed in the Stone Fortress, or a horror long forgotten by the Empire, an abandoned Emperor's Child.

He is the embodiment of fear, he is the embodiment of darkness.

Wherever he went, there was only fear and death.

He is the Night Haunter, he is the all-consuming terror.

With the opening of the Great Rift, the world of Tagusa at the edge of the galaxy ushered in a dark order.

The planet lost its connection with the Empire.

The chaotic warp storm prevented Tagusa from communicating with the outside world.

They are isolated in the vast starry sky, like duckweed floating in the ocean.

Thugs and feral psykers soon try to destabilize the local regime and take over the entire planet.

Chaos, violence, fighting, and the inferiority of human beings are fully exposed.

Everything is in chaos.

Death, screams filled every building in the city.

Mad thugs intend to turn this planet into a violent one.

But soon, a whole new fear leaves them with regret and horror at what they've done.

First, a few crazy thugs were inexplicably killed, skinned, and hung on the most magnificent building in the city.

Their faces were distorted to the extreme, as if they had suffered some unimaginable torture before they died.

Fear breeds in people's hearts, grows little by little, until it takes over their entire hearts.

There are brutal vengeance on those who committed the atrocities.

The killing is slowly expanding, as if someone is using a needle to slowly pierce people's courage.

Crazy thugs were gutted and dumped on busy streets.

The pampered social elites are elegantly hung upside down on the tall windowsills.

Those who were once considered guilty but got away with it, died one by one.

The riot inexplicably disappeared, as if it had never been there.

The believers of the evil god are also afraid.

They didn't even dare to conspire in the sewer at night, and chose to meet in the bustling neighborhood during the day.

The resurrected midnight ghost easily ruled the entire planet.

Most of the nobles were killed, their skins were completely peeled off, and they were placed on the most prosperous building, making everyone who saw them tremble with fear.

The remaining nobles chose to submit. They knelt in front of the empty throne and pledged their allegiance to the midnight ghost hidden in the darkness.

Their only function is to control the people of Tagusa.

From Tagusa's chronology, Curz knew that he had been asleep for 10,000 years, and the empire his father had built still existed.

Even though it has been crumbling in the gale of the gods, it still exists.

He has seized the rulership of Tagusa, using his conditioned fear to make the world work the way he wants it to.

Curz tried to restrain himself rationally.

But when he hears voices against him or things that are unfair, he always hunts down the opponents himself until the prey is exhausted.

Once the wreckage of the enemy was scattered and the last scream died down, Curze would feel the pain of his own killing again and pray twice, hoping that some ghost would forgive his crime.

Normal social order was restored in Tagusa.

In terrifying harmony, people share wealth and fear.

Under Coz, no one dared to own more than their neighbors.

The cultists tried to win over Curz, but they often ended badly.

All their colleagues find is bags of chopped up flesh and the brutal revenge of the Midnight Ghost.

The returned Curz didn't know what to do.

Before, he wanted to destroy the Emperor's Kingdom of Lies.

Now, he felt that was pointless.

There will always be another kingdom of lies established.

Whether the creator is a god, or one of his brothers.

They will build a new empire, prosper, prosper and destroy, and repeat the cycle again until the race disappears.

Curz didn't want to get involved in those guys' fights anymore.

Unfortunately, he is a Primarch.

Destined to be the center of the vortex.

From visions from the Librarian and whispers from demons, the night lords who roamed the galaxy learned of Curze's return.

They came from all over the world and gathered on the remote planet of Tagusa.

Hopefully the former genetic father can lead them again.

The hunter has also smelled the breath of the old enemy.

He is doomed not to stay out of it.

Not only is Tagusa far from the brilliance of the Astronomical Torch, but the star is just a yellow dwarf entering old age.

Weak light and heat can only allow Tagusa to build a very fragile ecosystem.

Many places are covered with desert.

Without the help of science and technology, it is absolutely impossible for human beings to establish a civilized society here.

In the desert, the Night Lords who came from afar fled around like the prey they hunted in the past, fearing the eyes in the darkness.

It was a pair of eyes full of hatred, and below it was a mouth with almost no lips.

An ancient ballad was hummed, like the hymn of death.

The sound echoed in the darkness.

When the song sounds, it is the time of death.

A Night Lord fired a few shots into the eyes, and the next second the bolter was severed.

A pale face appeared in front of that warrior, and those completely black pupils revealed cruelty.

"I am your son," the warrior cried, "don't do that."

"Not anymore." Curz stared at the Night Lord warrior, who had bone spurs growing on his body, and all kinds of disgusting Chaos runes were engraved on his armor.

Curz felt a tinge of sadness.

The Emperor is a tyrant.

And the gods are worse tyrants.

He liked neither the former nor the latter.

The Night Lords should bring about the fear that is what sustains human society, not succumb to those monsters.

Curze had hoped that the Night Lords would bring an absolute terror to humanity.

People don't need to fear anything but the Night Lords.

Then the empire will remain stable and prosperous forever.

However, the fall of his home planet, Nastrom, made him understand that everything was a lie. The emperor could not establish his ideal country, and would only bring destruction and disaster.

Before the emperor came, Nastrom was prosperous, people were equal, and wealth was shared.

And when the Emperor's Radiance descended, the planet became corrupted.

People can no longer restrain the evil in their hearts.

The chaos of yesteryear was repeated as recruiters handed over the most heinous criminals to the Night Lords, and the Legion followed suit.

Curz saw his dreams shattered firsthand.

Go mad in endless illusions.

He tried to get redemption, but all he got was ridicule and distrust.

The sharp claws pierced the opponent's body easily, and Curz showed a smile, savoring the opponent's fear.

His movements were perfect, cutting off blood vessels and nerves bit by bit, while ensuring that the opponent would not die immediately.

"Don't do that." The night lord soldier caught by Curz stared at the pair of black pupils and begged again, just like the people he had slaughtered before.

Curz didn't care, the other party's fear excited him.

There was a flashback vision in his eyes.

With the help of these illusions, he was able to see what the other party was doing.

Senseless carnage, senseless terror.

Those night lords who have long forgotten the true use of fear cannot destroy his father's kingdom, and can only continue to cause massacres on various planets like madmen.

Curz also obtained a lot of useful information from these phantoms.

His old brothers have returned and are trying to rebuild his father's great career.

Perturabo, Fulgrim and those idiots have all been brought back to Terra.

It's clear they're taking revenge on their erstwhile renegade brothers.

Curz knew those guys would find him too, their noses were as sharp as hounds.

"Who will be the hunter? Who will be the prey?" Curz threw away the prey in his hands. The superhuman physique of the other party would allow him to survive long enough for serious injuries.

Living in pain, feeling the loss of vitality, but powerless.

It's like watching the sunset and inevitably meeting the darkness.

Curz likes this approach, pure massacre can only deter those who have not been harmed.

Let the abused live as painfully and as long as possible. The balance between the two is the essence of torture.

The Midnight Lord who came down from the air was quickly caught by Curz.

He no longer needs these heirs.

The bond between them had long been lost in the poison and madness of Chaos.

Seeing them, Curz remembered the old lies.

He believed for a time that the Emperor could do that great thing, only to find out later that it was a lie.

The Night Lords were born for the Emperor's Lies.

Now that the lie has been exposed, there is no need for them to stay.

Curze took their hearts, skinned them, and left them to suffer in the desert until they died.

The battleship suspended in low earth orbit also fell into his hands.

Those crew members died screaming, even those soldiers guarding the ship, and only those whom Curz considered valuable survived.

He had to find someone to steer the boat.

Curz knew very well that his hunters would come soon.

Curze wandered through his bloody palace, which was once the place where Tagusa nobles handled government affairs.

Now it's Curz's.

Those who committed crimes or refused to obey had their skin stripped off and hung on iron hooks.

There were some unlucky ones who were still alive, and their blood flowed from the wound, flowed down the body to the tip of the toe, and dripped down.

Every time those nobles who succumbed to Curz's rule come here, their faces are pale.

They don't know if they will be a part of it.

These nobles who are good at deceiving and playing tricks have become more well-behaved than ever, any words are true, and they are doing things with unprecedented dedication.

Coates' philosophy is not wrong.

It is best to tame them with fear.

The deepest part of the palace was dark, and thermal imaging and supernatural vision made it difficult to see what was inside.

Only those with extraordinary senses can clearly see the terrifying scene inside.

Everyone who saw those things in the deepest part went mad.

That is definitely not something that normal people can create.

There are flesh and blood sculptures inside.

It was a work of art crafted by Koz.

Manifestation is his creator and brother.

A wild careerist shaped Curz and his brothers.

Each has extraordinary wisdom, strategy, and talent.

"It's so perfect that we're sitting together again."

Walking in the darkness, Curz said while staring at the flesh and blood sculptures.

He used his sharp claws to pick out the bones from the human body.

Each one was taken out while the other was alive.

These bones form the skeleton of the sculpture.

Curze is using flesh and blood to fill in the gaps, shaping their faces and bodies.

The final step of the sculpture is completed by suturing the retrieved human skin.

Curze walked slowly to the innermost one, in front of the flesh and blood sculpture belonging to his father, the Emperor, and laughed wildly, then became gloomy again.

His eyes stared straight at the blood-weeping eyes in the darkness, and tears flowed from his dark pupils.

"Father, father, father." Coz repeated those words with madness, "Perhaps I shouldn't have walked out of Nastrom back then, you brought destruction to that planet, and you brought destruction to me. This The galaxy should only have one Night Haunter, not Conrad Curze."

The siren sounded, and the defense system of Planet Tagusa was triggered.

Curz was in a trance for a moment, and scarlet visions surged in his mind.

He saw the cold black wings and the golden double-headed eagle that belonged to the Empire.

This is the emblem belonging to the First Legion.

The illusion flows like a river, and the surface of the water is full of reflections.

Curz has been teased by fate, but he has mastered the further usage of these illusions.

He can give these illusions a little trust and extract the information he needs from them.

Curze saw a figure sitting on the throne.

very familiar.

He settled down to dig more, saw the true face of that figure, and made his body tremble imperceptibly.

It's Lion Lion.

This is not a good thing.

Curz didn't think his force could defeat the opponent.

After a moment, Curz laughed.

Pure combat can't win Ryan.

But this is his territory, maybe before leaving, he can teach the other party a profound lesson.

"This guy, as always, is a lunatic."

Staring at the scene in front of him, Ryan frowned slightly.

The two dark angel teams who followed him went deep into the ships suspended in the low-earth orbit of the planet Tagusa.

The midnight lord's emblem on it made Ryan think that Curze had summoned his son.

When he entered the cabin and took a look, he knew that he was completely overthinking.

It was densely packed with skinned corpses.

Hanging in every corner of the cabin.

Whether it was a mortal who betrayed the Empire or a Night Lords warrior, they were all hung there.

Even a seasoned imperial warrior couldn't stop that tragic appearance.

Curz has gone crazy, he can even kill his heir who came to look for him.

He loathes both the Empire and Chaos.

Ryan wanted to check all the remaining ships, but Curz took the initiative to send a message to the imperial ships.

The ghostly pupils, as pale as snow and with pitch-black eyes, stuck to the screen, provoking him.

"I know you're here, Ryan, I'll be right here waiting for you."

Ryan learned from the technicians that the message came from the ground, and he was even able to trace the exact address, which was the palace in the Hive City on the surface.

Curz didn't have anything to hide from his thoughts.

Obviously, Curz wants to go 1v1 with Ryan.

"What are we going to do? My lord? Teleportation operation?" A dark angel warrior asked.